Yves snapped out of his daze, yet he was in disbelief. He nodded in a daze.

Byron retracted his gaze and said, "I also want to thank you for what you said. I’ll stick to curing her, and Rosie will surely get better."

Yves had let go of all of his obsessions. "Yes, she’ll get better. Please inform me when you get married. I'll send my blessings."

Byron nodded.

They looked into each other's eyes and said nothing more. Yves watched Byron leave and was sent back to his cell in a prison escort car.

Byron recalled what Yves told him when he left the prison, and his emotion gradually calmed down.

He had done all he could. The rest he could do was wait.

All he had to do was wait for the doctors to think of something to wake Rosalie, or he could wait until he had to yield to Xander.

Before that, the only thing he could do was be by Rosalie's side.

With this in mind, he stepped onto the accelerator and headed to the hospital.

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By the time he got to the hospital, it was evening