CHAPTER NINETY

ELLA'S POV

My heart pounded as Trent and I approached the hospital building. After days of searching, we had finally tracked down the location where Mr. Stewart's ex-wife was being held. Swallowing hard, I tugged nervously at the blouse we had purchased for this mission.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" I whispered anxiously to Trent. "What if we get caught?"

He gave my hand a squeeze. "Relax, Ella. This is going to work. Just follow my lead, okay?"

I took a deep breath and smoothed the blouse, trying to project an air of confidence I didn't quite feel. We pushed through the hospital's front doors, the sterile smell of disinfectant assaulting my senses.

Trent walked up to the nurse's station, flashing the woman behind the counter a charming smile. "Excuse me. I'm Tristan, and this is my colleague Eliza. We're social workers from the state service office. We have an appointment to see a patient - Lydia Stewart."

The nurse eyed us as she took in our blouse, assessing whether we tr