chapter eighty-five

pov justin

I arrived at the hospital, and Jade was still breathing with the apparatus. The doctor informed me that she had asthma, which prolonged her recovery, and she could only leave once her breathing returned to normal completely. I sat in the chair next to her, observing. The calm expression and gentleness on her face brought me inner peace, as if she had the power to make everything tranquil amid the chaos. On the other hand, I couldn't stop thinking about how to help Tyler find Emily and Olivia. If Emily was indeed alive, she wouldn't be well – whose blood was on the mural? Jade began to stir, and before opening her eyes, she was already removing the breathing apparatus.

I got up and went to her, stopping her hand. "You can't take it off," I said, concerned. Her eyes turned to me, and a gentle smile formed on her face. Despite my warning, she removed the device, taking a deep breath, trying to regain control of her breathing. Her breath was heavy, and she seemed to be struggli