Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 725: In thirty minutes, it would be over.

Meanwhile...

Sven paced back and forth, nervously biting the tip of his thumb. He held his phone, checking it constantly. He had been restless and anxious, breaking out of sweats even though the temperature of his ward was perfect enough to keep him cool.

"Why aren't they responding?" he muttered to himself, his voice shaking uncontrollably. "I told them I needed help."

He clenched his teeth, grinding them in frustration. He had already sent his mother away, telling her he was more comfortable alone now. Though his mother wasn't pleased and she was reluctant, the doctor had reassured her that they would look after him.

"Damn it, damn it," he hissed. "Don't tell me they expect me to handle all of this by myself?!"

Sven's eyes glinted darkly as he glanced up at the ceiling. From what he knew, Allen's private room was directly above his.

"That bastard... how dare they put him in a more exclusive ward than mine?" he grumbled, resenting the preferential treatment Allen seemed to receive. This alone highlighted the difference in their importance, and it wasn't sitting well with him.

"I even hung myself because of him, but Atlas is just showing who he favors more," he growled, glaring at his phone. "Why aren't they responding? Had he forsaken me now? Isn't he afraid of me talking?!"

Sven waited longer, but when his last shred of patience burned out, he threw his phone onto the bed. His eyes hardened, and he balled his hands into fists. He'd promised the person who had ordered him to do this that he would silence Allen.

that Sven had much of a

Even if he fled the country

to calm his nerves. "I already hurt him, and if he hadn't been found, he

kill someone for his own sake. Doing it again shouldn't be

"He's heavily guarded. Atlas has all these bodyguards around his ward like he's some important

of the bed, gripping his hair in frustration. Tonight wouldn't be his first attempt. The previous ones had been thwarted because

know he was the culprit. He

his wit's end. "I can't keep

Sven had been anxious day and night, dreading the moment Allen would open his eyes. He couldn't delay any longer. Otherwise, he might lose his mind before Allen even woke

aloud, only to be interrupted by a

blanket over himself. The door slowly opened, and a nurse stepped inside, her eyes squinting

vitals and bring some medicine," she said,

before handing him some pills. Sven cooperated quietly, making sure not to raise any suspicion. After she finished, she

Sven sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And there's another issue these nurses come

on the bedside table. "Huh? Did she forget this? How could she leave something like this with a patient who almost died of suicide..." He trailed off as he noticed a thin

vial beside it, and the tissue. When his eyes landed on

on the note. It was short and to the point.