As Noah slid into the back seat of the Uber, he let out a slow exhale.
He had made his decision, and he didn't regret it. His hand absentmindedly grazed the phone in his pocket, though he didn't feel the need to check it.
The drive was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the occasional distant horns from the city outside.
Meanwhile, back inside Amelia's family villa, the atmosphere was far from calm. The entire house had shifted into chaos after Noah's departure. Adam, Amelia, and Carmilla stood beside the bed, watching as the doctors huddled around the old man.
His frail body seemed so small against the large, elegant four-poster bed he lay on. The steady beep of medical machines filled the silence in the room, syncing with the rhythmic rise and fall of his shallow breathing.
