Francesca reached the hospital when it was already deep into the night.

Julian had been in the operating room. After about half an hour of observation and confirming there were no issues, they moved him into a VIP ward. He still hadn’t woken up. A young nurse was hanging an IV drip for him.

Jeffrey was talking with Felix.

Madam Hale sat at the bedside, a towel in hand, carefully wiping Julian’s face while quietly wiping away her ...