The VIP suite on the top floor was overflowing with flowers—bouquets from every major corporation, stacked so high they nearly formed a wall.The moment someone stepped inside, a heavy wave of fragrance washed over them, so thick it felt like it clung to their shoes.White lilies, pink roses, and a variety of exotic flowers filled the room, transforming the sterile hospital space into something that looked almost like a greenhouse.But the beauty was only surface deep.These flowers were nothing more than hollow gestures—performances of sympathy from business partners who cared far more about appearances than about the man lying in the bed.Cecilia pushed open the door. The temperature and humidity inside were controlled to perfection.On the bed, Edward lay motionless, eyes closed. The monitors beside him beeped steadily, a faint, rhythmic pulse of sound.Tubes were inserted into his body, each one connected to a machine quietly keeping him alive.At first glance, the scene was almos
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