The morning sunlight was intense, casting a glaring golden hue throughout the hospital room.

Hendrix looked at the woman in the hospital bed, his voice thick with concern.

"Work isn't important."

Xenia was more important than work.

Lilith's hand, resting on her leg, tightened unconsciously as she gripped the fabric of her clothes.

Her fingertips turned white, and her complexion gradually paled, making her already haggard ...