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

"I'm sorry, Mr. Edgar.

A sinister glint flickered in the man's

open, his pale complexion

gritted teeth, the man hissed, "I've experienced nothing but warmth and appreciation from you during my time serving the Lovelaces, so the least I could

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

lips trembled, barely

"Don't blame me.

son of

good!" Edgar slowly closed

a deafening bang, the

"Don't move.

Cyrus roared as he

squarely at the man who

panicked and released his

escape, he dashed toward the window and forced it

peered down,

swiftly executed a roundhouse kick,

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