"How is she doing?"Diego had changed clothes and was now standing inside the control room, staring through the sterile, reinforced glass at Briella, who lay motionless inside the machine.Philip, dressed in a sterile suit, was operating the equipment, his eyes fixed on the shifting data on the monitor.He spared him a glance and muttered, "If you’ve got the time to worry about someone else, maybe worry a little more about yourself. You’re in way worse shape than she is. With your resources, are you seriously telling me you can’t get hold of the miracle doctor and Miss Q?”He scoffed. “Or maybe... you just can’t bear to let her go?”Diego’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He leaned wearily against the wall, his face pale as paper.After a long silence, he exhaled a soft, dreamy sigh. “Of course I can’t.”How could he?At first, he was ready to die. H
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