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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.”

be sick. What if the fever damages her brain? She could not bring herself to imagine the worst possible outcome.

hospital entrance. A group of suit-clad men entered

ironed to perfection, making

piercing, black eyes, the man exuded a mysterious aura. He pursed his lips

clear a path for him

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

gaze, and Gwendolyn shivered involuntarily at the sight of his icy

and I can hardly feel the chill. Why am I shivering under

Lowen righted Gwendolyn to her feet and

Patrick entered the elevator. She collected

who bumped

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

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

door closed, cutting short

the elevator to the VIP ward on the tenth floor of the hospital. His grandfather, Hector Lowen, had been in a coma for six years. Patrick had hired