After over three hours in the operating room, Maeve finally managed to save Dylan.

Having performed countless surgeries over the past 30 years, Maeve had never experienced as much pressure as she did this time.

Once he stepped out of the operating room, she sat on a bench, unable to speak for a long time.

“Mr. Rice, is Mr. Cunningham okay?” Khary’s pale face approached Maeve.

At this moment, his complexion was even more terrifying than Dylan’s lying in the ICU.

“Khary, how did you get so badly injured? Who did this? And where is Eliana?” Countless questions invaded Maeve’s mind.

“It’s… ”

Maeve was on the verge of a...