Late at night, the infirmary of Hope Health Services was quiet.

Otto put on the medical coveralls and entered the ICU. He walked over to Yvonne.

Although he was mentally prepared, his chest tightened when he saw her wrapped in bandages. The floodgates of guilt opened.

"Ms. Miller, I'm sorry. If I had realized how strange the truck had been earlier, you wouldn't have—"

Yvonne shook her head, stopping Otto from apologizing. She didn't blame him.

Otto was heartbroken. "Why did you ask for me? Tell me. I'll do the best I can."

Yvonne smiled a little upon hearing his words. She had been in a coma for the past few days due to a high fever. She looked exhausted even when she smiled, but this was the best she could look.

"I … want … to … leave." She forced each word out of her throat with determination.

Otto was stunned. "You should be staying in Hope to recover. Why—"

"Take … me … away." Yvonne seemed a little flustered. She raised her hoarse voice a little.

Then, she coughed viol