The night was eerily calm outside the hospital. A gentle breeze swayed the trees along the pavement, and the faint hum of city life in the distance gave no hint of the storm about to break. Inside, fluorescent lights illuminated the long corridors where patients and visitors moved about in hushed tones. But outside, the assassins were waiting.This time, they were determined. The last attempt had failed, and Harry had been furious. Yet instead of cutting them off, he had promised them a larger reward, more than what he had already paid. “No mistakes,” he had said. “I don’t care how you do it—Charlotte must not leave that hospital alive.”With the new promise of wealth and Harry’s wrath driving them, the assassins came prepared. Black jackets, concealed weapons, and a plan that left little room for escape. They fanned out strategically—some surrounding the hospital entrances to block any way out, while two others slipped quietly inside, blending with the night staff and visitor

Charlotte’s condition weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts. Her fragile body lay still and her face remained pale against the stark hospital sheets. Logan hardly moved from her side. Night and day, he remained vigilant, watching her chest rise and fall, refusing to leave her vulnerable for even a second. He was determined that Charlotte would live, no matter the cost.After hours of silent observation, Logan finally came to a decision. This hospital was good, but not enough for his peace of mind. Charlotte deserved the very best.“We’re transferring her,” he said firmly to John and Barbara, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument.Even though they knew Logan couldn't afford any good hospital since he did low status jobs, they believed Charlotte's current financial power was enough to sponsor the hospital bills.Barbara, who had been silently wringing her hands in worry, looked up with relief. “Yes, Logan. That’s the right thing to do. She must be given the finest care.”