Chapter 125

Elyana let out a soft laugh, but there was no humor in it. “That sounds quite serious. In that case, Mr. Blackwood, you should hurry back. You wouldn’t want her condition to worsen while you’re away.” The way she said it—so sharp, so cold—stabbed at Daimon like a knife. Her words echoed in his mind, stinging more than he expected. “Ertha! Get back to the hospital! Now!” Daimon suddenly snapped, his voice booming like thunder in the quiet car. His tone was sharp and furious, like someone had hit a nerve. Without a second of hesitation, Ertha bolted out of the vehicle like his life depended on it, not even daring to glance back. The silence that followed was thick. Inside the car, it was just Daimon, Elyana, and Jessica—who sat quietly strapped into her seat in the back. Elyana shifted slightly, suddenly feeling as if the air had become heavier. She turned her face toward the window, pretending to admire the buildings passing by. Then, out of nowhere, Daimon spoke again. His voice was lo