"Attack him!"Ronny's furious command shattered the brief silence that had settled over the ruined restaurant.The five men surrounding Dylan exchanged quick glances before moving at once. One charged directly toward him while another circled toward his left, clearly intending to prevent him from slipping away. The remaining three spread themselves across the room, creating enough space to attack from different angles. They had numbers, experience, and the confidence that came from being used to intimidating ordinary people.Dylan, however, no longer saw them the way he would have a few days ago.His gaze moved calmly across their bodies, and almost instinctively, he began noticing things he would previously have been incapable of recognizing. The first man's weight was unevenly distributed because of an old weakness in his right knee. The second kept his shoulders excessively tense, making his movements easier to predict. Another had a habit of exposing his ribs whenever he raised hi

The arrival of the police brought the chaotic scene inside the restaurant to an abrupt halt. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the ruined dining area as several officers rushed through the entrance, their hands already positioned near their weapons after hearing the gunshot that had come from inside. Ronny, who had been struggling on the floor after Dylan disarmed him, immediately froze when he saw the officers entering. The revolver that had given him confidence only moments earlier was now lying several feet away, completely useless to him. "Nobody move!" one of the officers shouted. The five men who had been beaten down by Dylan were in no condition to resist. Some were groaning on the floor while others struggled to sit upright, their earlier arrogance completely gone. When the officers moved toward them and ordered them to place their hands behind their backs, they complied without putting up a fight. Ronny, however, looked toward the entrance with disbelief writte

A second later, his shoulder collided with another person. Several items immediately slipped from both their hands. "Oh, sorry." Dylan instinctively bent down. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." The other person apologized at almost the same time. Both of them reached for the scattered items. Dylan picked up a phone before reaching for a document folder that had fallen open on the floor. His eyes briefly landed on the paper inside. At first, it looked like an ordinary medical report. Then his medical knowledge made several details stand out. Patient: Chelsea Williams. Dylan froze. His fingers stopped moving. Chelsea Williams? He slowly looked up. The woman standing in front of him was already reaching for another document. Long hair. Athletic figure. Familiar face. It took Dylan only a second to recognize her. Chelsea. The famous volleyball player from Westbridge University. The same girl whose dress he had accidentally stained at Aurelia Table. For a momen

Chelsea stared at Dylan as though she had misheard him. "Although you might not believe me, there is a possibility that the doctor's diagnosis was wrong." For several seconds, she simply stood there. The words seemed to hang in the quiet hospital corridor, completely out of place with the casual conversation they had been having moments earlier. Then Chelsea's eyebrows drew together. "Excuse me?" Dylan remained calm. "I said—" "I heard what you said." Her voice had lost the friendliness it had carried earlier. Chelsea looked at him with disbelief. "You think the doctor who examined me was wrong?" Dylan nodded slightly. "I think there's a possibility." Her expression hardened. "And how exactly would you possibly know that?" Dylan didn't answer immediately. Chelsea took another step toward him. "You aren't even a doctor." There was genuine irritation in her voice now. "You've known me for what? A few days? You accidentally bumped into me at a restaurant, then you some

Outside the hospital, Luke was already sitting in a wheelchair while Ryan stood beside him. Luke glanced down the road impatiently. "Why are we still standing here?" Ryan looked at him. "What do you mean?" "We could have stopped a cab already." Ryan shook his head. "Dylan told me to wait for him." "When?" "Earlier." Luke frowned. "And you didn't think to tell me?" "I assumed he was going to arrive quickly." Luke looked at the road again. "Well, he's taking his time." Ryan shrugged. "You know Dylan." Luke sighed. Then, just as he was about to complain again, a sleek Mercedes-AMG sedan turned into the hospital entrance. The vehicle slowed down before coming to a stop directly in front of them. Luke and Ryan stared at it. Neither of them spoke. Ryan's eyebrows rose. "That's..." Luke stared at the car. "That's an AMG." The driver's door opened. Dylan stepped out. "Sorry I'm late. I got caught up with something at home." Neither Luke