Chapter 97 This is to repay George’s favor.

I watch Michael's retreating figure. The room feels suffocating, and the air is thick with tension and fear. The promise I made hangs heavily over me, like a dark cloud that refuses to dissipate. I can't believe the turn of events—how the man I once considered a friend has become someone unrecognizable.

I take a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady my nerves. I know I have no choice but to fulfill his request, to save George's life. It's a harsh reality that I can't escape from. Trembling fingers fumble with the edge of the blanket as I try to steady myself.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I slowly get to my feet. Every step feels like a heavy burden, and every inch of the distance separating me from George feels like another layer of despair. My footsteps echo through the room, a hollow sound that mirrors the hollowness I feel inside.