Nathaniel slumped back into his chair, cold sweat glistening on his forehead. His hands wouldn't stop trembling, and a heavy weight of dread pressed down on his chest.
Zara gently clasped his hand, her voice soft but steady. "You have to be strong. I truly believe the doctors will save her. She'll pull through."
Nathaniel didn't respond. His gaze remained fixed on the closed door, his body rigid with tension.
Riya, on the other hand, was relieved. S flicker of satisfaction glimmered in her eyes. This development worked in her favor. Whether Gracie died or slipped into a coma, both outcomes benefited her.
If Gracie died, the truth would be buried with her forever. And if she ended up in a coma, the danger of being exposed would vanish for now. Either way, Riya's secret would remain safe.
The fear in her mind disappeared, yet one loose end still gnawed at her: the mysterious woman who had overheard her conversation with the nurse.
