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.

I could do for you is offer you

as he

me. Blame that son of yours. He's become much too vicious for his own

as tears of

a deafening bang, the ward

as he charged into the room. Both hands held his gun steady, aimed squarely at the man who was

escape, he dashed toward the window and forced it open. He peered

a roundhouse kick, sending the man crashing to the ground. Cyrus promptly pinned him down

attempted murder! You have the right to remain silent, but anything

to find it was

I-I'll tell you

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