A Weapon in Disguise

"I promise you," Liam said firmly, locking eyes with Ava, his deep voice as steady as it was gentle. "You need to be strong—hold on."

Just a few words, but behind them lay an ocean of unspoken sorrow and overwhelming concern.

Ava clutched the edge of the surgical table, her knuckles white, lips pressed tightly together as she nodded at him.

She looked so frail, so breakable—yet she was forcing herself to appear brave. The sight made Liam's heart ache even more.

He stared at her for a long moment.

That gaze was full of silent trust, as if placing all hope on her shoulders.

Then, before his will could falter, he turned and left the room.

He knew—if he stayed one more second, he might never want to leave.

Outside, Liam peeled off his isolation gown and immediately called his assistant. "How long until we get results from the investigation?"