Hope Williams was rushed to the hospital, and her surgery went on from noon until night.
Outside the silent emergency room stood a man, motionless, his presence so oppressive it was suffocating.
Some medical staff couldn't help but take a few more glances at the man, only to notice his blood-stained hands trembling slightly.
His eyes were hollow with fear, an endless fear.
Sharp pain made it difficult for him to breathe.
The girl he had held so delicately in his hands, fearing the slightest injury, had been hurt beyond recognition overnight, her life hanging by a thread.
Waylon Lewis couldn't accept it.
In the shadows, Liam Cloud leaned against the wall smoking. His gaze narrowed towards the continuously lit operating room. His fingers trembled as they pinched the cigarette, not feeling the burn until it reached his fingers, which brought him back to reality.
Waylon Lewis didn't know how long it had been when he sat down on the chair, exhausted, and closed his eyes.