Winnie had no idea what was happening to her.

Her body was completely immobile, and she lay there, questioning everything. Wasn't she already dead? How could her eyes still open?

She vaguely remembered someone pulling her out just before the explosion.

"You're awake?" A deep, familiar voice broke the silence.

Winnie's eyes widened in shock as the man's face came into focus. It was him!

The masked man.

Her eyes burned with anger, glaring at him as if she wanted to tear him apart.

Unfazed, the man smirked and said, "Don't look at me like that. I saved you. If it weren't for me, you'd already be dead. Show some respect to your savior." Winnie couldn't speak, so her furious glare only intensified.

The man nonchalantly patted her shoulder. "Focus on recovering. I still have plans for you."

Her pupils trembled. What did he mean by that? What was this man planning?

*

the other side of town, Jamie was still feverish and delirious, murmuring Winnie's name in

anxious, called

doctor. If she's sick, take her to the hospital," Caleb grumbled, though he still showed up

had this fever since last night, even after taking medicine. It hasn't

worry was evident. The normally stoic and composed Ben was now tense,

she had refused, leaving him no choice but to bring Caleb

see Jamie so weak and frail. It made him imagine all

took a moment before responding. "Her fever is triggered by emotional distress. From

thought back to Jamie's behavior at Winnie's

"That makes sense," Caleb

death hit her too hard. It's left her emotionally shaken,

Ben

it'll take time. Right now, you

thought of Charlie who could

cheeks were flushed from the

the hallway, Ben asked in a low voice, "How are the arrangements

soon schedule the heart transplant. But with Jamie in her current state..." "She'll get better,"

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