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 reacted swiftly, clamping a

"I'm sorry, Mr. Edgar.

choice!" A sinister glint flickered in the man's eyes

mouth gaped open, his pale complexion

during my time serving the Lovelaces,

alone anyone who isn't

lips trembled, barely

"Don't blame me.

that son

good!" Edgar slowly closed his eyes as tears of anger

with a deafening bang, the

"Don't move.

roared as he charged into

held his gun steady, aimed squarely at the man who was being caught in

panicked

dashed toward the window and forced it

down, his

high! Cyrus swiftly executed a roundhouse kick,

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