Late at night, at Hope Health Services' infirmary, the sound of a glass bottle smashing into pieces cut through the silent night.

The doctor and nurse on shift quickly ran into the ward to see Chuck standing by the side of the bed and Jade curling up, shivering under the covers on the bed.

Howard soon ran in. "What happened?"

The doctor recognized Chuck. He immediately asked, "Mr. Jensen, what are you doing here?"

Howard replied without missing a beat, "I got him here. Don't tell Ms. Miller and Old Jim about this."

The doctor furrowed his brows. "Is Mr. Jensen treating the patient? If so, this isn't a small matter. We have a responsibility. What if the patient—"

"I'm Jade's father. I'll bear the responsibility," Howard interrupted. He quickly walked over to the bed and tried to pull the covers open, but Jade had clutched them tightly.

"Jade, it's me. What happened to you?" Howard asked in concern.

"N-No … No ..." Jade muttered. She kept trembling. She was overcome with extreme