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Six years later, Gwendolyn sped to Avenport's Fourton Hospital in her secondhand Fiat. It was ten o'clock at night.

She hastily parked her car in front of the hospital entrance despite the security guard's warnings.

Gwendolyn lifted her daughter from the front passenger seat and dashed into the hospital.

The security guard failed to stop her from entering the hospital, and he barked, “Just wait till I clamp your car. Let's see what you'll do then!”

Bare-footed and still clad in her pajamas, Gwendolyn couldn't think straight. She could hardly hear a thing. Instead, she ran to the emergency department with her daughter in her arms. Her whole body shook with anxiety.

“Doctor, please, you have to save my daughter. Her temperature is so high that she's seizing up!” Gwendolyn pleaded tearfully.

A doctor hurriedly took the child from her arms and reassured her, “You can wait outside. We'll treat her right away.”

Then, a nurse led Gwendolyn out of the emergency room and said, “You can make payment first. Here's the receipt. Your daughter will need to be warded for observation, possibly in the ICU.”

Gwendolyn nodded several times and pleaded, “Okay. Please save my daughter.”

can't be sick. What if the fever damages her brain? She could not bring herself to

hurried footsteps drifted from the hospital entrance. A group of suit-clad men entered the

black coat ironed to perfection, making him seem even more

exuded a mysterious aura. He pursed his lips tightly, giving off a commanding and unapproachable

to clear a path for him as he walked through

presence, Gwendolyn continued rushing to the cashier. They bumped into each other, and Gwendolyn teetered, losing her balance. With a slight frown, the man

each other's gaze, and Gwendolyn shivered involuntarily

of winter, and I can hardly feel the chill. Why am I shivering under his gaze? What the heck

her feet and said coolly, “Please watch

the elevator. She collected her wits then and turned around, shouting, “Watch your own step,

who bumped into me. What a

his gaze to

traveled upward to the old-fashioned pajamas she wore, her swollen, tear-streaked eyes, and her messy

closed, cutting

tenth floor of the hospital. His grandfather, Hector Lowen, had been in a coma for six years. Patrick had hired the best doctors to cure him