Leo Harrell frantically dispatched people to investigate the hospital's surveillance.
In the wee hours of the morning, past three o'clock, Leo Harrell sat alone in the empty office.
He gripped the phone he had just finished talking on tightly, staring fiercely at the screen with bloodthirsty eyes and pursed lips, disbelieving.
He simply couldn't believe Sophia Cloud was really dead.
Encounters with Sophia Cloud flashed through Leo Harrell's mind, and suddenly, his heart started panicking. Was he truly separated from her forever?
Before...
His heart ached in spasms, and he placed his hand over his heart, stood up, and, undeterred, went to the hospital again to confirm if the body was hers.
After a long time, Leo Harrell stared at the corpse in the morgue. He clenched his fists tight, bit his teeth together to keep his eyes from watering, but his eyes, red and veined, betrayed his emotions.
"I'm sorry."
Leo Harrell's coarse voice echoed in the silent and cold morgue.