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Charlotte ended the call. She frowned down at the empty black screen of her phone. Her emotions were all over the place, she quickly rearranged her face into a neutral expression and turned her attention back to the children.

Zachary was lying in bed, holding his phone to his chest. His exposed torso was crisscrossed with various tubes.

After about half a month of treatments, he had lost a lot of weight. His eyes were sunken in and his entire body looked haggard. It was difficult to look at him in this state.

Zachary had shown no signs of improvement and at this point, no one could be sure whether the treatment was even working as they had hoped.

However, there was no other choice but to be patient and continue with the treatments before any progress could be seen. After all, Zachary had only just started on the treatment.

The doctors had warned them that this sort of treatment could be very arduous treatment and it would take very strong willpower for a patient to go through it.

Back when Charlotte herself was undergoing the treatment, she had fallen into a deep coma. However, Zachary had not.

He was undergoing the treatment while fully conscious. He was not even given any anesthetics in order to protect his brain from any damage.

For the past six months, he had been treated like a test subject; he was poked and prodded all over his body daily.

and discomfort, but he tolerated it all without

to hold onto his consciousness

a little stronger and he

requested Ms. Lindberg to take her children to F Nation for their safety,”

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his eyes. His brows were knitted tightly together from the pain. He held the phone tightly in one hand. He had just gotten off a phone call with Charlotte and the children and he still felt their presence all around

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just watch over them secretly,” Zachary said slowly and laboriously. Every word felt painful. “Get him to report back to me

and left to

had been standing by his bedside advised gently. “You shouldn’t even have been allowed to make

he slipped into unconsciousness. The silhouette of Charlotte appeared in his dream, just

with a beatific smile as if she was saying

He chanted repeatedly to himself, “You must endure. You must live on. You must go to F Nation

bear looking at Zachary’s face, all twisted up in pain. He had always thought of Zachary as an invincible god-like figure and it was disconcerting to see him this