Chapter 215

Nakamura's fingers hovered over the tablet screen, feigning focus on Kazuo's vitals. The fabricated genetic anomalies displayed there meant nothing to him—placeholders for a fiction designed to keep William guessing.

Through the reflection of the glass doors, he caught sight of the man standing outside the ICU—Will, eyes fixed inward as though daring Nakamura to falter.

But faltering wasn't an option, not now. Not ever. He should wait. He just had to outlast his opponent's patience.

Then, something unexpected happened—an alarm blaring through the facility.

The sound sliced through the sterile air like a jagged knife, startling the nurses around him into motion. Nakamura reset his expression, keeping it neutral but curious as he straightened and glanced toward the corridor beyond the glass doors.