Chapter 174 Unconscious

• At the Hospital, the dim glow of the hospital room cast long shadows along the walls, making the space feel even colder than it already was. Dexter Norman sat quietly beside Adela’s bed, watching her motionless form with a sinking weight in his chest.
• He hated this—hated the helplessness, the way his hands were clenched into fists in his lap, useless. Everything had happened so fast. Just hours ago, she had been fine, laughing with Ralph and Herbie. And now? Now she was lying there, unconscious, wrapped in bandages, her face pale against the stark white of the sheets.
• The sudden sound of the door swinging open startled him. He turned sharply, his eyes meeting the stormy black gaze of Layson Norman standing in the doorway.