Chapter 171: The Never-ending Nightmare

The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor echoed softly in the room, the only sign that Emma Adams was still holding on. Pale and unmoving, she lay surrounded by tubes, machines, and the sterile scent of antiseptic. Her father, Morris Adams, sat beside her, gripping her hand like a man grasping the edge of a cliff.

He hadn’t slept. The grief in his eyes was a storm of rage and regret.