In the ward. Even though some experts caught sight of Byron, no one had the time to pay him any attention. Rosalie's condition was critical as her blood vessels had hardened, forming hemorrhagic spots.

They had to find a way to control it.

Otherwise, not even a miracle could save her if her blood vessels ruptured.

Byron dared not approach any closer. Hence, he stood at a distance where he could see Rosalie.

The woman on the hospital bed had a pale complexion. Color had drained from her lips. Strands of disheveled hair clung to her forehead and were drenched in cold sweat. She looked like a fragile paper doll that would shatter into a million pieces with just a touch.

…

Meanwhile, at Lancer Corporation.

Xander sat in his office while his assistant nervously stood before him.

"What time is it now?"

Xander asked coldly.

It was the third time he had asked for the time tonight.

The assistant raised his hand to check his wristwatch and cautiously replied, "Mr. Lancer, it's alr