Novel & Cerita Jeffrey Dean Morgan Walking Dead Negan

Haniel answered, with an innocent smile. Morgan fell silent for a moment, processing the information. Where was Hanna? What was she planning? A series of questions echoed in his mind, but for now, he settled for appreciating Haniel’s happiness. Morgan collapsed into the leather armchair, sinking into the soft upholstery. The computer screen displayed the video on a loop, the image of the nurse flickering between focus and blur. The more he looked, the more certain he became: it was her, Hanna. The resemblance was undeniable. Rage bubbled in his chest, mixed with deep anguish. He abruptly stood up and walked to the desk, where a pile of medications awaited. One by one, the pills were tossed i

“You think you’re helping, but you’re making enemies you can’t even see.” “Then maybe it’s time I stop pretending to be the obedient daughter.” She turned away from him and grabbed her phone. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Adrian. He answered on the second ring. “Zara.” “Dr. Morgan’s dead.” A pause. Static. Then, “What? When?” “Last night. Two bullets to the chest. Lucien told me this morning.” “Shit,” Adrian muttered. “He was the one helping us trace the funds through the clinic, right?”