The corridors along the VIP ward were quiet and deserted. There was no one in sight.

A female nurse came to check on Edgar after doing her rounds. As she left, a figure dressed as a nurse silently slipped into the ward. The ward was silent; Edgar was sound asleep.

The man quickly took a syringe and plunged it into Edgar's withered arm.

Surprisingly a light sleeper, Edgar bolted awake, his eyes wide with alarm. "W-Who are you?"

It was the first time the man had done something like this. He panicked and stammered, "I-I am a new nurse. I'm here to do my rounds." "Nonsense! My daughter personally selected a nurse for me. Who the hell are you?"

This man set off alarm bells in Edgar's head. He reached for the call button, but the man reacted swiftly, clamping a hand around his neck. "I'm sorry, Mr. Edgar. At this point, I have no choice!"

A sinister glint flickered in the man's eyes as he tightened his grip. Edgar's mouth gaped open, his pale complexion turning a sickly purple.

gritted teeth, the man hissed, "I've experienced nothing but warmth and appreciation from you during my time serving the Lovelaces, so the least I could do for you is offer you the

ran through Edgar as he listened. His lips

son of yours. He's become much too vicious for his

as tears of anger

a deafening bang, the ward door

he charged into the room. Both hands held his gun steady, aimed squarely

escape, he dashed toward the window and forced it open. He peered down, his eyes darkening. It was

the ground. Cyrus promptly pinned him down and slapped

remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used

man's mask, only to find it was Joseph's trusted secretary, Ernest

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