Chapter 53

The noise from people's movements increased in a private hospital as visiting hours began.

Shyro looked outside the window with a thoughtful expression.

His jet-black hair was dishevelled, reflecting the disarrayed state of his mind. His eyes were as striking as a mythical Phoenix, filled with a mix of sadness and anxiety. The lines at his forehead spoke of sleepless nights and countless worries.

His toned and strong figure seemed overshadowed by the vulnerability he exuded. The weight of uncertainty and worry sagged on his shoulder, making his once-confident stance falter.

The hum of machinery and sterile scent intensified the knots in his stomach, making them more painful to hear.

Each breath he took had a hint of restlessness, revealing his anxiety as he waited for the boy to wake up.

Lying motionless in a hospital bed, Noah appeared peaceful in his unconscious state.