Chapter 194: Three Years

Grace Murdock paused in her steps, and after listening to his words, she fled downstairs as if escaping.

Tim Morrison straightened his body, watching her retreating figure and smiled faintly, yet that smile seemed tinged with a hint of self-deprecation.

He slid his hands into his pockets and walked down the corridor. The eighth floor of this hospital was off-limits to unauthorized personnel, entirely dedicated to a single patient.

Tim Morrison stood in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling window, observing the scene inside.

Medical staff bustled about, and on the hospital bed, a young man lay silently. He was exceedingly thin, yet his facial features were as delicate as Tim Morrison's. Deprived of sunlight for a long time, his skin was as pale as the snow-white walls.

Three years. He thought to himself, it had been three years since the accident.