It was already past midnight when Wyatt Hawthorne landed back in the country.
He didn't go home, heading straight for the hospital.
Outside the ICU, his younger brother, Finn, was curled up on a long bench, asleep. There was no room for his long legs, so he had to keep them bent. He wasn't sleeping soundly; his brow was tightly furrowed.
Wyatt Hawthorne glanced at him but decided not to wake him, instead gesturing for a nurse to take him to change into a sterile gown.
"President Hawthorne, Miss Vaughn was resuscitated once, and her condition is currently stable. However, her will to live is very low."
The doctor explained to Wyatt Hawthorne, "A patient's own willpower plays a major role in their condition."
Wyatt Hawthorne's eyes darkened. "A low will to live?"
'Why?'
'What happened that made her lose the will to live?'
'Is it because of me?'
Wyatt Hawthorne couldn't understand it, and the doctor, of course, had no idea of the reason why.
