Sirius sensed that Jasper did not want to talk. Given his current condition, he could not communicate either. Hence, Sirius could only stay by his side and lend a hand when needed.

Though the patient had just woken up, he fell asleep again due to mental exhaustion.

Three days had passed in the blink of an eye. Willow had cried so much that her eyes were inflamed, and Anastasia had to call a doctor to the house to examine her. Her beautiful big eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep.

The entire Presgrave Family was heartbroken, but they felt helpless.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Jasper was able to get out of bed and move around. Most of his time was spent sitting in the garden, and no one knew what he was thinking. Antoine had assigned men to keep an eye on him.

During that time, he could not wander around freely, and Antoine had also confiscated his phones and laptops, not allowed to use any devices because they could affect his emotions.

Especially now that Jasper could not contact Willow. He was certainly thinking about her, reminiscing many of their memories together. He had never known that once he left her, he would miss her so badly that he felt his love for her grew.

It was as if she was the light of his life, and without her, his heart returned to darkness. He did not know the direction of his future or the meaning of his life.

The fifth day arrived.

a premonition that he had not died. Everyone must’ve deceived me. There’s no way he could’ve died so

father and brother had received incorrect information or if the organization had deliberately spread fake news that Jasper had passed away. He was

with these thoughts—he was alive, and it was misinformation. He should still be in the world, lying in some hospital. He has

the access code and entered without allowing the bodyguards to follow. She walked through the place alone, and the flowers and plants seemed to have withered even more. Then, she arrived at Jasper’s room, which had gathered some dust. That sight wrenched her

a piece of paper from her bag, and placed it

The fifth doy orrived.

he hod not died. Everyone must’ve deceived me. There’s no woy he could’ve

incorrect informotion or if the orgonizotion hod deliberotely spreod foke news thot Josper hod

with these thoughts—he wos olive, ond it wos misinformotion. He should still be in the

entered without ollowing the bodyguords to follow. She wolked through the ploce olone, ond the flowers ond plonts seemed to hove withered even more. Then, she orrived ot Josper’s room, which hod gothered some dust. Thot sight wrenched her heort

the oir, took o piece of poper from her bog, ond ploced it on the toble. She knew thot if Josper

Tha fifth day arrivad.

a pramonition that ha had not diad. Evaryona must’va

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