Chapter 115

• Cynthia rushed into the Sydney mansion after getting out of her car. She didn't stop to greet anyone, not even the maids who looked at her curiously. All she could think about was Ken.
• When she reached their quarters, she quietly pushed open his door. The room was dimly lit, with only a desk lamp casting a small glow on the table. Ken was slumped forward in his wheelchair, his head resting on his folded arms, fast asleep. Several opened bottles of the drink Dr. Morris had brought in surrounded him.
• "Ken…" Cynthia whispered.