Upon reaching the hospital, I noticed a crowd of cops outside the ward. I snorted, silently cursing at the embarrassing situation. They were making things too obvious.

As I approached the door, Adrian emerged from inside.

"How is he?" I inquired.

"He's better now. They gave him a sedative," Adrian replied.

"Is he awake or still sleeping?" I assumed he'd be asleep after being sedated.

Adrian whispered, "They gave him a small dose. He’s awake, but he's calm now."

Hearing this, I stepped inside.

There were two cops in the room, keeping a watchful eye on him. Matthew, with a deathly pale face, turned toward me. When he saw me, he completely broke down, crying like a child.

I walked to him, towering over him. I finally said, "What's this? You don’t want to live anymore?"

Seeing him cry like this stirred a strange feeling in me. No matter how much hatred there was, when the other person became vulnerable, we still could not bear to see them suffer.

I had no remaining emotions for M