"Don't worry,"
Camilla said calmly, sensing their concerns. "Sinclair won't wake up for the next eight hours."
She had carefully measured the dosage of the sedative—enough to ensure he rested deeply without harming his body.
Luke finally relaxed upon hearing this and turned to the mercenaries guarding the door.
"Stay alert.
Don't let anyone near this room."
Camilla stepped inside.
Though it was just a medical facility, the space was as expansive and bright as a luxury penthouse.
The array of medicines and equipment surpassed even those found in many hospitals.
All of it had been arranged by Sinclair, just to keep her from growing bored.
At that moment, Iris, grandma. Porter, and several doctors—both men and women—were already seated inside, waiting.
"Madam Luther—"
"Madam!"
On the adjacent hospital beds lay
The poison teacher, bound tightly with ropes, and Micheal, whose disfigured appearance made him resemble neither man nor ghost.
