*Private hospital—11:32 PM*

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The waiting room was clean and smelled nice. It almost erases the melancholy of the events that happened beforehand. Junior was still using a little towel to stop his wound blood on the forehead. Marco came back from the reception desk with a pack of ice wrapped in a towel, for his eye was black.

The two brothers hardly exchanged glances after arriving at the hospital. Marco sat on one chair, while Junior kept walking ...