Begging For A Reconciliation

“How did this happen?” Mr. Ryan searched the bruised and lifeless Leah and frowned.

He expected something like this but he didn’t think it was this bad.

Ian sighed and gave Mr. Ryan a brief explanation. He cautiously asked when he finished, “Will she really be alright?”

“She’s not going to die,” Mr. Ryan said placidly. “The Pseudocide is taking effect. Her organs will shut down to protect themselves. It can, to a certain degree, reduce the internal damage done to her.”

Ian sighed in relief when he heard that Leah would survive.

“And, the antidote?” Mr. Ryan glanced up at Ian.

Leah, this fool, trusted him so much that she had handed him the antidote that could save her life.

Ian smiled and hurriedly fished out a glass bottle from the bag, poured out the black pills inside, and handed them to Mr. Ryan.

He took them and fed the pills to Leah but since she was unconscious, she simply could not swallow them.

They were now in a difficult position. If she failed to take the antidote, the damage done to her body would only get worse with every moment that passed.

“You, the Sanders boy. Come.” Mr. Ryan passed the medication in his hand to Ian. “You feed her.”

Ian stared at the bottle in his hand in disbelief and asked, “How?”

Mr. Ryan glared at him with great hatred and spoke through gritted teeth, “Use your mouth, of course. How else are you going to do it? She’s not able to swallow the tablets otherwise!”

Ian felt bashful as he processed Mr. Ryan’s words. His eyes fell on Leah’s lips. In that short moment, the pills in his hand felt as though they were burning coals.

“Stop being absurd. Delaying it for too long will bring her harm.” Mr. Ryan urged. Noticing how skittish Ian was acting, he got up and walked out. “Hurry it up.”

He then put the tablet into

……

hospital bed in a ward in the best hospital in Linkville. The anxious Molly Lamere was by

of doctors came and went. They would sometimes shake their heads or frown. Nevertheless, they all shared an expression

another doctor came by to check on him, Molly grabbed the doctor and asked,

the doctor answered. “It isn’t anything serious but he doesn’t want to wake

want to wake

at Han

is he like this?

her fists and fell into

meanwhile, was immersed in a

had never left his side in his fantasy. They had a child together and lived a fulfilling life. She would wait for his return every day

the dream was so blissful and warm

remained sleeping that way for three days and seemed as if he would

refused to eat or drink and relied solely on IV fluids to maintain his bodily functions. If this continued, it would

Howard Group was still

what the doctor told her

to wake him. He will only awaken if he finds his dreams wanting compared to real

the reason for Han’s collapse

looked at the motionless Han, bit her lip, walked to his side, and spoke with

Molly felt as though she were being repeatedly

kept mentioning Leah

there was

happy. Was the reason for his coma

heard Molly insisting, ‘She’s here. So, please wake up.’ He sighed and slowly opened

split second before her excitement

He awoke after all.

awake, Han.” Molly tried her best to smile as

hand, dazedly scanned the ward, empty save