Chapter 165 Pathetic

It was the next day when Sebastian opened his eyes again. The familiar ceiling, with the faint scent of disinfectant lingering in the air, greeted him. His fingers twitched. "Sebastian, you're up!" exclaimed John, who had kept vigil all night. He immediately darted to Sebastian's side, relief washing over him after having witnessed the harrowing sight of Sebastian vomiting blood and collapsing. Sebastian propped himself up with one arm, but the dull, sharp ache in his chest prevented him from sitting straight. Not a trace of throbbing vitality remained on his handsome face, his lips deathly pale. Instead of responding to John, he shot a gloomy gaze toward Taylor, who stood not far away. "Have you found her?" Taylor's head couldn't hang any lower. His voice was full of apology. "Negative, Mr. Gates." There went the last trace of glimmer in Sebastian's eyes. He closed them and ordered, "Get the word out. I want her found—dead or alive, I don't care. Just bring her to me." A sh