Michael collapsed, his knuckles turning white as he grabbed Silas Vane's lapels, glaring at him fiercely as he demanded, "What do you mean she's going to be gone? Didn't you say she had twenty-four hours?"
Alen stepped in immediately, pulling Michael's hands off Silas. His own face was heavy as he looked at Silas, who was equally weighed down by grief.
"She might not be able to hold on," Silas confessed softly. Having spent years around the boundary of life and death, facing his closest brother and the woman he secretly cared for in this state left him entirely gutted.
Michael shoved Silas aside and burst straight into the ICU, throwing open the door and rushing over to the deathly still woman on the bed.
His eyes were burning crimson. "Evelyn Sin!" he shouted, his voice cracking with desperation. "Get up! Why are you just lying there so quietly?" He reached out frantically to grab her hand.
