Is she gonna die?

The sharp scent of disinfectant hung in the air. Quincy stood by the doorway, tense, his hands tucked into his coat pockets as Paige gave him the update.

"How is she?" he asked, his eyes not leaving the closed door.

"She passed out! The doctor is already taking care of her."

Quincy exhaled sharply, nodding.

"Good! The guard?"

"He is Logan's bodyguard. I think he was trying to get rid of Angel."

A low growl escaped Quincy's throat as he clenched his jaw.

"That damn Logan!"

"What should we do with him?"

"He probably thought that Angel killed me already, that's why he wanna get rid of her so she won't say anything."

"Yes, boss!"

"Bring Logan to me! I'm surely gonna deal with him this time around."

"Yes, boss!" Paige turned to leave, her heels tapping the tiled floor when Quincy's sharp gaze caught a figure darting past.

"Where to?" he said, grabbing the person by the arm and spinning her around.

"Where is she?"

"Who?"

"My sister!" Harper's eyes were wide, frantic.

"She's inside her ward."

"Take me there!"

"To do what?"

"Freya said someone tried to kill her and she passed out."

"Did you send Freya to watch her?"

"Sure!" she replied, but her eyes flicked away guiltily.

"Didn't you just disown her some moments ago?"

"Why would I do that nonsense! I just spoke out of anger."

Quincy gave her a long, unreadable look.

"Oh I see! But ma'am, you are not stable enough to watch others."

"I just wanted to see, that's all!"

"Okay, let's go."

The beeping of monitors echoed in the quiet room. Angel lay still, her face pale under the bandage, a soft breeze fluttering the curtain. Harper stormed in with Quincy close behind.

"How is she?"

The doctor, startled by the sudden entry, turned toward Harper.

"You are?"

"She's my sister," Harper replied, her voice trembling.

"Cool! I have wanted to see a family member since she got admitted but no one showed up. Nurse, please!" He held out his hand.

"Here, sir," the nurse said, handing over a file.

"She has leukemia and needs treatments as soon as possible."

Harper's heart dropped. She snatched the report and tore it open, her eyes scanning quickly, breath catching.

"What is this?" Her voice cracked.

"She has stage three cancer. I already told her since she was on the second stage to come and start her treatment, but she refused to and said it's not the time yet. Now it has advanced to stage three. She needs treatment."

"Oh my God…" Harper's knees buckled, the file slipping from her hand. Quincy caught her just before she hit the floor.

"What are you doing, Harper?" he asked, pulling her upright.

"Is she gonna die?" Her voice was a mere whisper, tears clinging to her lashes.

"It depends on how fast we start treating her. She might make it."

"What should I do?"

"She can start her chemotherapy, then the radiation and the stem cell transplant."

"And she will get better?"

"Definitely!"

"Please doctor! Do whatever it takes to save her. I can't allow her to die!"

"Sure, miss! We will!" The doctor gave a reassuring nod and left.

Harper clung to Quincy, sobbing into his chest. "Quincy! My sister!"

He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pressing his cheek to her hair. "She will be fine, baby. She's very strong."

"I hope so! I really hope so…"

Quincy gently pulled away, guiding her out of the room. "We should go back to your ward now. You can't be moving around; a bullet was just removed from your body. It wouldn't be good if your wound should reopen."

"She will be safe?"

"I have added more security. Nothing will go wrong."

"Thank you, Quincy! Thank you so much."

"It's fine, baby…"

Logan's Hideout

The atmosphere was tense. Logan stood in front of a wall of monitors, fists clenched, his face twisted in rage.

"Boss! We have a problem!" a guard rushed in, panting.

"What?" Logan snapped, his eyes narrowing.

"Jose was taken down by the Dylan guards!"

"What? He was taken down?"

"Yes! Paige shot him down while he was trying to get rid of Angel, and he is on his way here."

"Did you find out anything?"

"Yes, boss! I followed Jose as you instructed, but the person who was shot by Angel was not Quincy but the courtesan girl."

Logan turned white with shock, eyes bulging.

"Damnit! Is she stupid? Did she really go there to kill Blue instead of Quincy?"

"I heard she wanted to kill Quincy, but the courtesan took the bullet for him. And since the bullet went through her back, she survived it."

Logan slammed a chair aside, breathing heavily. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He pounded his fist on the table. "That bitch took the bullet for Quincy? Is she crazy?"

"Boss, we need to leave before the Dylan guards get here. Or else, we won't be able to escape from them."

Logan paced like a wild animal in a cage, nostrils flaring. "That damn Blue! If I had found out about her before, I would have got rid of her since. She was trained on my field! She ate my food and wore my clothes. I was responsible for her for some years and this is how she repays me? She killed Ross and eradicated the business! Now I, Logan, have to run away because of her?"

"She is a courtesan, Boss. You know their rules—even until their last guard drops, they will take revenge for their courtesan."

"What's my business with that? I didn't harm any courtesan. Angel did!"

"But you sent Angel, Boss. They will definitely find out."

Logan's face twisted in pure hatred. He slammed his fist into the wall, cracking the plaster.

"I'm gonna kill this girl for this! I swear! If I don't kill Blue, I will never be satisfied! My life will never be peaceful until I get rid of her—I swear!"