In the hospital room, Zachary looked at Helen in the bed, feeling deeply guilty.

Helen lay pale, wearing an oxygen mask. Although her condition wasn't as critical as before, Dr. Collins said she could still be in danger at any moment.

Zachary frowned as Helen avoided looking at him, turning to Joanna instead. "Where's Becky?" She asked weakly, her breath creating a small fog on the oxygen mask as she spoke.

Joanna held her hand. "Becky was here earlier. She's at work now, ...