Feeling ignored, Sia's frustration boiled over. Without thinking, she grabbed the glass jar from the side stool and, in a fit of anger, smashed it against the floor.
The sudden crash sent shards flying in every direction.
Ford flinched, his body tensing.
The noise startled Elena and a group of nurses outside the room. Rushing in, they froze at the sight before them—broken glass scattered across the floor, tension thick in the air.
Stephen, the driver, stood at the doorway, his mouth slightly open in shock. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
Ford, struggling to push himself upright despite his weak state, clenched his jaw. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he glared at Sia.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped, his voice sharp with anger.
Sia stood her ground, unfazed by his fury.
