Chapter 153

Gwen stood outside the glass tube, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Inside, Dr. Nakamura's body floated in the thick medicinal liquid, suspended like an exhibit. Bubbles trickled from the corners of the oxygen mask strapped to his face, and the faint light inside the chamber lit shadows on his motionless form. Her jaw tightened as she stared at him, at the limp, pathetic figure he'd become. They should've let him die. Traitors didn't deserve this kind of mercy, not after what he'd done—not after everything he'd cost them.

She couldn't shake the anger that simmered just beneath her skin, an unrelenting heat that refused to dissipate no matter how long she stood there. She glanced away briefly, catching on a nearby console that blinked with green lights—life signs displayed in real time. Stable. Of course he was stable. William would've made damn sure of that.