Nolan stood before Martha at the special room in the presidential lodge that the doctor had been treating her. It had been six days since Martha had been brought here and yet no improvement. For her to eat, she literally had to be fed. She couldn't even hold a spoon talkless of lifting her finger. Sincerely, Martha looked like someone that could die any moment for now.

Nolan folded his arms and mumbled, " how can Broderick be so heartless to make a human being a living dead? Would it not have