Chapter 70 The connection

“I said, get away from her,” the mouthpiece commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding. Lawrence hesitated, his feet rooted to the spot as if the weight of the situation had turned him to stone. He took some steps backwards after some seconds of realizing what the mouth was saying.

The mouthpiece wasted no time, striding directly to where Camilla lay motionless on the bed. With a swift glance, he placed a hand on her forehead, his expression tightening. Lawrence remained nearby, his gaze locked on the mouthpiece’s every move, a mix of fear and hope gnawing at his insides.

“Her temperature is dangerously high,” the doctor murmured to the mouthpiece, urgency lacing his words. “We need to act immediately.”

But the mouthpiece, focused and unwavering, barely acknowledged the doctor’s concerns. His attention was entirely on Camilla; his touch was gentle yet deliberate as he continued his assessment.

“We don’t have much time,” the mouthpiece finally said, his voice carrying a gravity that se