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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

entrance. A group of suit-clad men entered the hospital. The tallest of

to perfection, making him seem even

the man exuded a mysterious aura. He pursed

instinctively moved back to clear a path for him as he

other, and Gwendolyn teetered, losing her balance. With a slight frown, the man extended a long

and Gwendolyn shivered involuntarily at the sight of his icy

in the deep of winter, and I can hardly feel the chill. Why am I shivering under his gaze? What the heck is he made of? Pure

righted Gwendolyn to her feet and

until Patrick entered the elevator. She collected her wits then and

the one who bumped into me. What a domineering

heard her from the elevator. He turned his gaze to her, only noticing that her bare feet were red from

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

elevator door closed, cutting short

the 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 over