Harvey looks down and widens his eyes when he sees Eden's blue shirt covered with blood. "E—Eden?" he almost faints, but the bodyguards grabs his shoulders and mumbles 'run'. "But...oh my god, he shot you..." Harvey is breathless as he sees the blood flowing from Eden's clothes, "Oh shit..." "RUN
"I'm such a coward, Henry," Harvey speaks with a weak voice, "He told me to run, and I did it." "As you should," Henry says, "He saved you, Young Master." "They shot him because of me," Harvey rests his head against the seat and cries. Henry doesn't say a word. He knows it's not Harvey's fault, b
Eden groans as the effect of the anaesthetic start to fade. It feels like a sword is piercing his lower abdomen. He slowly opens his eyes and realises his hand is attached to a device. He looks around, and, little by little, he understands he's in a hospital room. But it doesn't look like the regula
"Well, isn't he?" Henry lifts a brow. "He is, but the Chairman didn't look happy about it." "As long as you keep it professional, as he said. I don't think it's going to be a problem. Work is work after all," "Yeah," Eden sighs, "How is he, by the way? Did he see a doctor?" Henry nods, "Nothing
Harvey gets inside Kian's car and waits for him to put on his belt and start the vehicle. He notices how tense he is. Kian is usually smiling and making jokes, but he's silent today. He keeps tapping the steering wheel with his hand. He's nervous. "It must be a shock for you," Harvey tells him.
"Why are you crying, Harvey?" Leo pouts and caresses his hair. "It's my fault your dad got shot," Harvey replies with a shaky voice, "I'm so sorry," he rests his head on Leo's chest, and the child pats his back. "It's okay, Harvey," Leo whispers with his soft voice, "It's not your fault." Harve
Kian and his mother leave the chemotherapy room and wait for the elevator. They're a little relieved as the doctor said she's starting to get better thanks to the treatment. The elevator doors open, and Kian is surprised to see someone unexpected. "Oh, isn't he your friend?" his mother asks, "Hi
Tyler pulls the man's neck from the water basin and slaps his cheek, "Still not talking?" he mutters. "Not a fucking word," the man mumbles with a breathless voice. Even after fifteen minutes of drowning his face in the water, he doesn't give up. He looks at Tyler with a mischievous smile. "You wo