It finally dawned on Hugo that the person who had been full of life just a day ago had now been reduced to a small, wooden box. The very next second, he burst into tears and sobbed, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"But there was no one left to respond to him. No one would ever again look at him with starry eyes or bring him a bowl of hot soup in the middle of the night. He allowed the pain in his stomach to surge and churn, as if he were intentionally punishing himself. The painkillers were right there in the bedside drawer, yet he didn't budge, clutching that box tightly for fear that it might vanish into thin air the next moment. Then, the lock turned, and Atlas walked in. "Ms. Foster is looking for you, Mr. Reid," he explained meekly.Hugo's lifeless eyes finally flickered. With a raspy voice, he demanded, "How did things come to this?"Atlas answered cautiously, "M-Mr. Reid, you sent us an email. Have you forgotten about it?"Hugo shot to his feet, a bloodthirsty light emanatin
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