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.

Sven had much

be over for Sven. Even if he fled the country now, he knew that the person

his hair, pacing again to calm his nerves. "I already hurt him, and if he hadn't been found, he would've

for his own

has all these bodyguards

hair in frustration. Tonight wouldn't be his first attempt. The previous ones had been thwarted because of the many guards around. He

he was the culprit.

himself, nearly at his wit's end. "I can't keep this up. The more I delay, the more chances

would open his eyes. He couldn't delay any longer. Otherwise, he

something," he said aloud, only to be interrupted by

down on the bed and pulled the blanket over himself. The door slowly opened, and

bring some medicine," she said, and

usual, the nurse checked his blood pressure and other stats before handing him some pills. Sven cooperated quietly, making sure not to raise any suspicion. After she finished, she stood up, holding the tray as she left

the bridge of his nose. "And there's another issue these nurses come in

something like this with a patient who almost died of

this?" he whispered, picking up the syringe, the small vial beside it, and the tissue. When his eyes landed on the writing, they widened as his breath caught. Sven quickly

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