Chapter 93: Death

The door to Grace's room swung open, and Dr. Everett stepped inside, his expression already grim. His eyes immediately landed on the unconscious woman lying on the bed—her face was swollen, bruises already darkening against her pale skin, and her breathing was far too shallow for his liking. But what caught his attention next was Marco.

The man was seated at the edge of the bed, his fingers wrapped tightly ...