Dylan's expression was grim. “She's stable, but critical. She suffered severe internal injuries. His voice was low and measured. “We've done everything we can. However, the next 24 hours are critical. We need to wait and see how she responds to treatment.”

Raymond's face felt like it had been punched, his eyes burning with tears. He felt like he would collapse. Lucas and Nicholas stepped forward, their faces etched with concern, and supported him on either side.

Dylan placed a hand on his shoulder. “We'll do everything we can, Raymond. I promise.”

Raymond nodded, his eyes never leaving Dylan's. “Can I see her please?” His voice was choked with unshed...