The car stopped at the hospital, and Dorian and Wesley stepped out. The guard led them inside, their footsteps echoing through the quiet halls.The hospital was strangely still. The corridors weren’t crowded, and no voices echoed through them. No nurses patrolled the area, giving the place an eerie, hollow silence.At the reception near the emergency ward, however, nurses rushed back and forth, their faces drawn with worry. One clutched the phone to her ear, speaking quickly.“We still can’t reach their families… We need permission for the surgery. Without it, we can’t proceed. And the surgery itself is risky—if we delay any longer, they might not survive.”Dorian and Welsey pushed forward, but a nurse quickly stepped in front o

Sean sat on a wooden bench in the quiet garden, a half-eaten sandwich in his hand and two more resting neatly inside the lunchbox on his lap. He chewed slowly, calm and unhurried, savoring each bite as though the chaos of the world had nothing to do with him.The crunch of footsteps broke the stillness. His gaze shifted from the sandwich to the direction the sound came from. He couldn’t see anyone yet, but the hurried rhythm told him they would appear soon. He wondered vaguely what they were searching for that required so many people.Several voices followed, sharp with urgency.“Have you found Sean yet?” Abril’s voice rang out.Sean’s brow lifted slightly. ‘They’re looking for me?&rsquo

Sitting on the hospital bed, legs dangling over the side, a frown crossed Nate’s face as he stared at the plate of food before him. He hadn’t touched it in the past hour, lacking any appetite.The food was getting cold, steam fading into the air, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat. His mind kept returning to the thought that he might have died back there—that everything could have ended in an instant.The hospital door swung open, and Nate’s head lifted instinctively. A man entered, carrying another tray of food. His gaze immediately fell on Nate, sharp and assessing.“Why aren’t you eating?” the man asked, his tone hard, almost accusatory.It was Felix—Nate’s elder brother—called in after the doctor contacted him. Since arriving, Felix had noticed that Nate hadn’t said a word about what happened. The doctor had claimed it was an accident, and Nate had refused to elaborate. Now, Felix was certain it wasn’t just an accident; something had happened before it.Nate looked down, finger

“Do you want some pasta with it, Liana?” Sean’s voice rang out in the air.He balanced the phone between his shoulder and ear, tilting his head slightly as he scrubbed the tomatoes under the running water. The faucet gurgled softly, water splashing against the bright red fruit. His hands worked automatically, rolling each tomato in his palms until it shone, the smooth skin glistening in the sunlight that streamed through the tall windows.The kitchen was enormous, a perfect blend of modern luxury and practical design. White marble countertops stretched across the space, interrupted by a gleaming stainless steel sink. The center island was massive, polished to perfection, with bowls of fresh herbs and fruits arranged like a chef’s display. Copper pots hung neatly above the stovetop, catching the light, while sleek cabinets promised hidden treasures inside.It was morning, and he had begun to make breakfast. “Yes.” A soft voice answered from the phone. “Are you making it the way I lik

Liana’s eyes stayed fixed on the bandage wrapped around Sean’s head. She barely registered his words about the food. Her lips trembled as she pointed.“Sean… what happened to you? Where did you get that injury? How?”Sean paused, rubbing the side of his head near the bandage, as if trying to recall something. His expression shifted slightly—thoughtful, almost distant. He had tried to let his hair fall over the bandage, but it hadn’t worked. The wrapping stuck out clearly, impossible to hide.Still, it was better for her to see the bandage than the wound itself. Blood would have been far worse.Even the nurse in the room looked startled, worry flickering across her face. After all, Sean wasn’t the type to show up at a hospital with an injury. He’d rather wait until he was healed before ever seeking help.“This?” he said lightly. “It’s nothing. Just a small accident…” But he didn’t finish. His hand lingered over the bandage, his gaze dropping as though sifting through a memory.And just