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    “Mr. Howe, please reconsider this decision!” the doctor said, his voice shaking like autumn leaves. “He’s the Castro family’s heir. If we touch him, Ralph Castro—”


    “Silence!” Alex barked, his voice sharp enough to slice through steel. “This remains our only option. Every person who blocks my path will be destroyed!”


    Alex’s breath came in rapid bursts, yet his voice maintained its frozen edge. ine had invited this disaster upon himself. If ine had simply minded his own business, such extreme measures would never have be necessary. However, retreat had be impossible at this point. He could never allow Sadie to uncover the reality of what had happened. Not at this moment. Not at any future time.


    The physician sensed frozen terror crawling up his back. He couldn’t summon the courage to continue his protests.


    “Understood, Mr. Howe.” His words emerged parched and unwilling, but he surrendered to the inevitable.


    He ended the call, gulping down his fear while struggling to steady his unravelingposure.


    Step by careful step, he stepped out from the darkness of the stairway.


    In the meantime, countless hours of frantic activity mixed with crushing pressure had finally overwhelmed ine’s endurance.


    His sight whirled in dizzying circles. The floor seemed to shift and roll beneath him. Crushed byplete fatigue, his frame wobbled dangerously as he fought to remain standing.


    The physician noticed and hurried forward to support ine’s faltering form.


    “Mr. Castro, are you feeling well?” His tone held precisely the correct amount of worry. “Your appearance suggests illness. Maybe you ought to take some time to recover?”


    ine dismissed the man with a sharp gesture, annoyance shing across his features.


    “I’m perfectly fine.”


    No sooner had the sentence slipped past ine’s lips than a fresh surge of vertigo overwhelmed him.


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    His knees gave way, leaving him no option but to let the physician guide him into a nearby chair.


    One catastrophe followed another in a relentless chain—where was the chance to breathe?


    Stan was gone. Jack remainedatose. His mobile—wrecked. Any potential leads it carried were now out of reach.


    Noticing ine’s condition, the doctor spoke again, his voice edged with concern. “Mr. Castro, pushing yourself like this will wear you down. Why don’t I set up a room so you can get some proper rest?”


    ine scowled. “Do I look like I’ve got room to rest right now? I’m already drowning in chaos.”


    By his side, the doctor’s fingers curled slowly into a tight fist.


    He couldn’t move forward. As long as ine lingered here, everything he’d nned was stalled.


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