Rufus's POV:

Edwin and I rushed to the stage in the middle of the hall. As soon as we reached the dead body, we heard the door shut behind us.

That was when I realized that Sylvia had not followed us in. I was worried about her and wanted to bring her in, but Edwin was so overcome with sadness that he suddenly fainted. The men around us flew into a panic as they supported him, so I had no choice but to check on Edwin first.

However, Edwin regained consciousness very soon. He was only out for about ten seconds.

I heaved a sigh of relief and wanted to help him get closer to Leonard's body.

Before I could do that, he threw himself in front of Leonard's bed and sobbed sorrowfully. "Damn it! How can you leave me behind like this?"

His body shook violently as he reached his trembling hand out to see if Leonard had really stopped breathing. His own breaths were harsh and shallow, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

eyes turned red at this emotional

a howl, Edwin collapsed

and asked the

was engulfed in immense anguish and self-reproach. "I shouldn't have left! He had just had a relapse at that time. Even if he was furious with me, I shouldn't have left him alone! He would have still been alive if I had

like a

image. His sad cries got stuck in his dry throat. His mouth was opened wide, and the blue protruding veins on his forehead seemed to be the evidence of his silent

to rein in my emotions. It was my job to stay calm while everyone else fell apart around me. Leonard's death

this time, we heard a flurry of footsteps. The door

disheveled and his clothes were

of confusion as he asked, "Who is

one dared to answer his question. Everyone present just lowered

shook his head in disbelief. "No, it's impossible. How could he die? He said he wanted to meet Warren's

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