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.”

Ian and Leah were left in the room. He then put the tablet into his mouth before leaning

……

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

came and went. They would sometimes shake their heads or frown. Nevertheless, they

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

due to stress,” the doctor answered. “It isn’t anything

to

glanced at Han

like this? Is

fists and fell

was immersed

his side in his fantasy. They had a child together and lived a fulfilling life. She would wait for his

in the dream was so blissful and warm that Han felt reluctant

for three days and seemed as

but there was nothing she could do. She could only watch as he refused to eat or drink and relied solely on IV fluids to maintain his bodily functions. If this continued, it

sizable Howard Group was still awaiting his

grew desperate and remembered what the doctor

use it to wake him. He will only awaken if

reason for Han’s collapse

his side, and spoke with an unsightly expression,

she forgives you.” Molly felt as though

mentioning

yet, there was no

of her felt happy. Was the reason for his coma not

begun to flutter when he heard Molly insisting, ‘She’s here.

a split second

He awoke after all.

her best

dazedly scanned the ward, empty save for himself