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Chapter 87

Author: Lady-Noir
last update publish date: 2026-08-17 22:59:00

The familiar scent of antiseptic and IV fluids that usually felt so strong and suffocating inside the V.I.P. ward of Medika Utama Hospital now seemed to have been replaced by fresh and calming air. Morning sunlight streamed through the gap between the curtains of the hospital room, casting a warm golden glow across the white marble floor.

On the neatly arranged hospital bed, Grandpa Branson slowly opened his eyes. The elderly man’s eyelids moved gradually as they adjusted to the light filtering
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