Time seemed to return to the day when Keira Leaf sunk into the bathtub. However, his current fear was greater than ever. At this moment, he would rather be the one lying in the surgery room.
Yet, all he could do was wait... and wait...
Not long after, Stuart Truman rushed in too. Upon seeing the numerous cigarette butts at Joshua Sulliven's feet, his steps involuntarily slowed, "Young Master Sulliven..."
The fingers of Joshua Sulliven twitched slightly, neither looking at the newcomer nor showing any response.
Stuart Truman looked at Joshua Sulliven's overly calm eyes, his eyebrows furrowed. No one knew better than him that Young Master would only have such a mysterious calm when he was at his most desperate.
