Luca and Janie were visibly nervous too. Benjamin looked down and gave his nose a little pinch, as if to comfort himself. Waylon gently pushed the heavy door open.

The room was a tastefully decorated waiting lounge, filled with warm lights and the scent of fresh flowers. There were two maids in the room who immediately greeted Waylon with a polite bow. Beyond the lounge was another door.

“You may leave the room. I have some guests,” Waylon instructed the maids.

Abel glanced intently at the door, wondering if Emma was beyond those doors.

“This is usually where I spend some time with Emma. My father spends half his days here as well,” Waylon informed Abel.

“I want to see her,” Abel urged. “Is she in there?”

on a white king-sized bed covered

out as he tried to lurch forward, but Waylon held him back with a firm grip on his arm. Abel

Waylon, let me see her…”

see her by all means, or else I wouldn’t have

had dreamed of the day where he could hold Emma in his arms once

that’s working to extricate the bullet from her body. If you move her, you will undo all the progress that’s been done so far

inhaled deeply. “… there’s still hope for

minute which gave her a fighting chance. We’ve already consulted with the best doctors around the world. Unfortunately, they’ve all agreed that they would not be able to retrieve the bullet via surgery, so we finally decided on using this device to slowly extricate the bullet. Emma is also consuming a special supplement formulated by our family that helps to repair her damaged artery, but no one knows how long this process will

what Waylon and Robert Adelmar meant by “leaving it all up to fate”. If Emma was able to overcome this brutal process, she would be out of the woods. If she could not, it

in front of her bed. “Please, I’m begging you. You must hang in

you’ve seen her, you may return home, Abel…” Waylon

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