Chester’s vision burned red at Julian’s words. The gall of this brat! He must have a death wish! A storm of killing intent flashed in his eyes, but before he could lash out, Clara beat him to it... She shot Julian a venomous glare, her voice cold and cutting as she snapped at him, "Shouldn't you be attending to the patients? What are you doing here?" Naturally, Julian would have been furious at her tone, but this time, he felt nothing but bitter satisfaction. He lifted his shoulders in a careless shrug, lips twisting into a smug grin. “I’ve already finished with the patients. Why shouldn’t I be here?” his voice dripped with smugness, one would think he'd won the lottery. But then, it was only his sheer excitement of having the opportunity to undermine Robin, Clara's Knight in shining armor, and getting her so worked up. The feeling was more satisfying than an orgasm could ever be. Clara’s glare only deepened. “Fine, then stay," she hissed, "but keep your mouth shut! Stop st

Sheila didn’t protest, sensing the urgency in Robin’s tone. As much as she disliked the idea of him being in the same building with that girl, she knew she couldn’t control his every move, especially when the matter seemed pretty urgent. Besides, it wasn’t as if he seemed to care about Clara that much anyway. With a small nod, she gripped the wheel tighter and swung the car around, heading back toward the hospital.It took a little over an hour before they finally pulled up outside. Sheila had driven as fast as she could, but considering the distance they’d already covered, the return trip naturally took just as long.At the hospital entrance, Clara, Walter, and Chester stood waiting. Chester paced restlessly, checking his watch again and again, unable to stay still for more than a few moments. His anxiety was written all over his face. "Are you sure he’s really coming?" he asked, his voice tight."You’ve asked me that more than twenty times in the last hour, Mr. Chester," Clara repli

“What?” Robin’s words struck the room like a bolt of lightning. For a moment, it was as if time itself froze. The air grew still—so still that the only sound that could be heard was the quickened breaths of everyone present. Raise someone from the dead? That was madness. No one—no doctor, no scientist—had ever accomplished such a feat. It defied logic, defied everything they knew about life and death. Besides, Robin wasn’t a miracle worker, and he certainly wasn’t a priest, that they'd say he'll perform a miracle, so just how could such a thing be possible? “That’s absurd!” Julian barked, his voice breaking through the heavy silence. “When has anyone ever brought the dead back to life? Do you think you’re some kind of god? Hah! What a joke! You’re nothing but a liar running your mouth!” But then, as if something suddenly clicked in his mind, his words halted. His eyes narrowed sharply, and a sly sneer curved his lips. “Oh, I get it now,” he said darkly. “You’re just saying thi