Back in the hospital, Anabel was standing beside her father’s bed, while her mother sat close. She has her tear-streaked face turned toward her husband. Jethro was standing near the door, with his jaw clenched.

Soon, the door opened, and Sylvester stepped inside. He walked in smoothly, exuding a perfect blend of concern. There was a softened edge to him, as if he had carefully crafted the image of a man stepping in to provide comfort and support.

Anabel turned at the sound of his entrance. "Oh! Sylvester, you are here already."

"Yeah, I have to come immediately I ended the call." He replied.

"Who is he?" Her mom asked,...