Chapter 354

The world outside was cloaked in darkness, while the hospital was aglow with bright lights.

A towering figure stood staring intently through the large glass window, frowning. Behind the glass was a sterile isolation ward.

On the bed with white sheets lay a small child, barely over a year old. He had an adorable mushroom haircut and was in a deep sleep. His chubby little hand rested beside the pillow, with a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth.

He looked innocent and cute, but his face was alarmingly pale, devoid of any color. It was as if he were a blank sheet of paper—a frightening sight as he seemed so fragile.

Mercer placed one hand on the glass in front of him, his dark eyes fixed on the boy's frame. His gaze was filled with pain and sorrow, his brows tightly knitted together as if bearing the weight of the world's grief.

"Mr. Garland, you've been standing here for two hours. Why don't you rest for a while?" Simon approached from behind, frowning as he tried to persuade t