Bald, wearing a patient gown and barefoot, Robin had vacant eyes that were haunting. His face, neck, and even scalp were marred with unhealed scars. Drool had soaked the front of his gown, leaving a damp patch.

Eliza couldn't fathom how a young man in his early twenties could be so broken.

"Robin."

She could barely recognize him. Her heart felt like it was bleeding, making it hard for her to breathe.

Just as she moved forward, the person pushing the wheelchair stopped her with a firm hand. "Keep your distance."

Eliza, overcome with emotion, pushed past the person. "Why are you doing this to him? How did he get these injuries? Did you hit him? Tell me!"

She clung to the man's clothes, her grip frantic and desperate. She was spiraling, losing her grip on reality.

The noise attracted several people from outside, who pried Eliza away and wheeled Robin out. She was pushed to the ground. Scrambling to her feet, she chased after them, but the door slammed shut in her face.

the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. "Open the door! Where

answered her

slumped against the wooden door, her body going

eyes, she noticed Casper sitting

fault. I deserve to die, not him. Just let him go, please." Eliza clasped her hands together, bowing repeatedly like she was praying to a

brows, his eyes cold

hem of his pants, her eyes red, her lips trembling. "Please, Casper, if you let my brother go, I'll do anything. You can go to Nova. I can serve her. I can do it. Doesn't Nova need a kidney or heart transplant? Take mine. Take my heart, my kidney. Just please let Robin

a lost and helpless fawn. Casper's gaze

"I know. It's because of me. I stole you from her. Because the Pinotti family didn't cure her leg, ruining her health. It's all our fault. It's all my fault. I deserve

gaze darkened further. He interlocked his fingers and pushed

it couldn't be. Robin and Nova grew up together; she was like a

have done such

be a mistake." Eliza shook

be

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