Chapter 49

Clara raced to the hospital, her heart pounding in her chest as she learned that her father, was in the emergency room, fighting for his life.

She made her way to the prison guard standing by, her voice trembling slightly.

“How’s my dad doing?”

“He’s in the middle of resuscitation. We still don’t have a clear picture. He attempted suicide by slashing his wrists, and lost quite a bit of blood. He just had heart surgery, which complicates things.”

Upon hearing these words, Clara staggered back, nearly collapsing onto the floor. The guard quickly steadied her, expressing concern, “Ms. Clara, try to stay calm. A specialist just went in. I believe Mr. Casey will pull through.”

Clara fought to keep her emotions in check, her tears at bay, and looked at the guard, “How did my father try to take his life?”

The guard hesitated before answering, “Mr. Casey was down all of yesterday, and he looked really pale. We thought it was his heart condition acting up, so we brought him in for a check–up. But he managed to swipe a glass vial while the nurse was setting up ant IV. Back at the prison, he smashed the vial in the restroom and cut his wrists. By the time we found him, there was blood everywhere, and Mr. Casey was unconscious.”

She had an idea why

the thought of her selling herself to secure his freedom. But who could have told

of the emergency room swung

her feet and stumbled forward. “Doctor, how’s my dad?”

and said, “The patient’s heart surgery has a secondary infection, combined with excessive blood loss. He’s still in a coma and is not out of the woods yet. We need to move him to the ICU. His will to live

with feigned composure, “Okay, I understand.”

a myriad of beeping machines. For a moment, she felt her world

because she believed in the power

in despair, hurried footsteps echoed

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