It was twelve o'clock at noon.

In a VIP ward of Jonathan's hospital, Credence watched as an attending doctor accepted 400cc of Caleb's blood from Jonathan and then walked back into the room.

From the doctor's serious expression, he could tell that Sheldon's condition was none too optimistic.

It had been two years, yet still, no miracles had happened. In his heart, Credence was at a loss.

When it came to accidents or diseases, it mattered not how powerful or wealthy he was for he could not wake Sheldon up. 

Apart from arranging the best medical treatments, he could not do anything else apart from waiting and resigning himself to...