Michael's face was etched with determination. "If I knew who he was, you wouldn't even have to lift a finger. I'd take care of him myself."
Agnes felt like she was living in some surreal nightmare. How did everything change so quickly? Who could the culprit possibly be? She couldn't piece together a single clue. But whoever it was, they were ruthlessly efficient.
Michael, with Phenix and a few others in tow, left the scene. Leaving only four souls behind in the hospital ward: Agnes, Jared, Alyssa, and Cilian.
Alyssa, donned in sterile garb, made her way into the ICU, taking a seat by Ryder's bedside, incessantly talking to him. The doctors had said Ryder lacked the will to fight. They needed to find a way to spark his desire to live.
Jared hadn't set foot in his office these past few days, opting instead to keep vigil at the hospital. Agnes had never seen anything hit Jared this hard. He had barely eaten in days, his words few and far between. Agnes knew Jared was shouldering a lot of blame for the situation. He was filled with regret. And so was Agnes.
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