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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.”

if the fever damages her brain? She could not bring herself to imagine the worst possible outcome. Instead, she headed to

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

wore a black coat ironed to perfection, making him seem

the man exuded a mysterious aura. He pursed his lips tightly, giving off

path for him as he walked through

cashier. They bumped into each other, and Gwendolyn teetered, losing her balance. With a slight frown, the man extended a long arm and wrapped it around her

met each other's gaze, and Gwendolyn shivered involuntarily at the sight

Why am I shivering under his gaze? What the heck is he made of?

righted Gwendolyn to her feet and said coolly, “Please

remained frozen in shock until Patrick entered the elevator. She collected her wits then and turned around,

He was the one who bumped into

her from the elevator. He turned his gaze to her, only noticing that

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

elevator door closed, cutting short his

Hector Lowen, had been in a coma for six years. Patrick had hired the best doctors to