The corridors along the VIP ward were quiet and deserted.

There was no one in sight.

A female nurse came to check on Edgar after doing her rounds.

As she left, a figure dressed as a nurse silently slipped into the ward.

The ward was silent; Edgar was sound asleep.

The man quickly took a syringe and plunged it into Edgar's withered arm.

Surprisingly a light sleeper, Edgar bolted awake, his eyes wide with alarm.

"W-Who are you?" It was the first time the man had done something like this.

He panicked and stammered, "I-1 am a new nurse.

I'm here to do my rounds." "Nonsense! My daughter personally selected a nurse for me.

Who the hell are you?" This man set off alarm bells in Edgar’s head.

the man

"I'm sorry, Mr. Edgar.

A sinister glint flickered in

pale complexion turning a

my time serving the Lovelaces, so

remember, even your own blood can turn against you, let alone anyone who isn't your own." Ajolt of shock ran through

lips trembled, barely forming a

"Don't blame me.

that son

own good!" Edgar

bang, the ward

"Don't move.

Cyrus roared as he

his gun steady, aimed squarely at

panicked and released his

dashed toward the window and forced

peered down, his eyes

high! Cyrus swiftly executed a roundhouse kick, sending the

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