Chapter 65
To see Patrick–who had only just begun to recover–reduced to such a gaunt and frail state again was absolutely unbearable
for him.
Even now, he still couldn’t bring himself to face it
The door clicked open.
Zina looked at Kellan, who remained rooted to the spot. “Go on in. What’s the hold up?” she urged
“Alright.” Kellan lifted his head, masking the turmoil in his eyes as he followed closely behind into the room.
The old man lying in bed had his eyes tightly shut, his lips utterly bloodless, as if he had slipped into an eternal stillness.
Despite being sustained by the world’s most state–of–the–art medical equipment, his withered frame was utterly devoid of vitality–the machines proved unterly futile.
Zina’s brows furrowed deeply as she circled Patrick’s sickbed and stopped in front of Kellan.
“Something’s off. After my last examination, Patrick had regained consciousness and was in decent health. He absolutely shouldn’t be in this condition now. Has something happened again?”
Kellan froze for a split second, his piercing gaze locking onto Zina. “More or less. But how do you know this so well?”
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A chilling, unprecedented calm settled over Kellan, his entire presence turning razor–sharp.
“Have I really ever met this person behind the mask?
If I have met her, then where was it? he wondered.
He advanced step by step, cornering Zina. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, sharp as a blade, as if he was determined to dissect her every detail.
Zina kept retreating until her arm brushed against something cold–the wall With nowhere left to retreat, she finally stopped and lifted her chin to meet his gaze head–on.
Their gazes connected–and in that split second, silver needles sliced through the air like shooting stars. The moment they struck, Kellan’s body seized. Muscles turned to stone. Nerves went dead.
“Mr. Carter,” Zina warned, “I’ve told you before–stop constantly prying into my identity. It’s incredibly rude. Consider this a lesson. Don’t test my limits again.”
With that, she returned to Patrick’s bedside, reaching for his wrist to take his pulse.
But her frown deepened with each passing moment.
Something was seriously wrong.
Patrick’s condition was even worse than when she first came here. This just shouldn’t be happening at this stage.
Zina walked over to Kellan, lips pressed tight, and pulled out the silver needles with careful fingers.
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She demanded, “What on earth is going on here? Has Kyle been here recently?”
“Yes,” Kellan replied, frowning as he rubbed his still–sore wrist before letting out another weary sigh.
“Was Kyle involved?” he asked.
“Most likely,” she replied, without elaborating. Then she walked over to a nearby desk, wrote down several medicinal herbs, and handed the note to him.
“Have someone fill this prescription, but make sure it’s someone you trust completely.”
“Someone he trusts? Who do you mean?”
The door revealed a man in a sharp–collared shirt, his clarity of expression almost jarring.
When those transparent eyes found Zina, she stiffened and instinctively turned to Kellan, who seemed completely unfazed and beckoned the person at the door closer.
“Come here, Hayden. Perfect timing–go get this prescription filled”
“Kellan, what do you take me for? I’m not some lackey for your family!”
Hayden was practically fuming, but one look from Kellan had him shrinking back. With a resigned slump, he trudged over.
Zina finally recognized this intruder–he was the very same person accompanying Kellan during their first encounter at the hospital.
She was sure there was more to him.
With that in mind, she instinctively stopped Hayden as he was about to leave.
“Wait. I have a few more instructions for you?
