A cold feeling crept all over her chest. Rosalynn's heart was pounding as she walked back to the other side. Closing her hand into a fist, she hit the glass on the window and broke it, then reached inside to unlock the door.

"Lyndon! Can you hear me? Wake up!" she shouted, her voice laced with urgency and panic.

Lyndon didn't move a muscle. Blood was streaming down his forehead.

Rosalynn hastily reached for his wrist, trying to feel his pulse as she called for help on her phone.

“Lyndon, wake up!"

Finally, Lyndon started to stir. His eyes fluttered open slowly, his brows furrowing when his gaze fell on Rosalynn.

"Rosa, are you okay?" he asked weakly.

"I'm fine. You should be worrying about yourself. You're injured.

Hold on. I'll take you to the hospital."

As she took Lyndon's pulse, she kept dialing to call for an ambulance.

Lyndon's eyes stayed open for another brief moment before closing once more, his body sinking back into unconsciousness.

As Selina received a call from her father Beal, she was already aware that her scheme had unraveled. She couldn't contain her frustration and immediately let loose a stream of curses. The intended target, Rosalynn, remained unharmed. Instead, it was Lyndon who had been caught in the fray.

“Dad, who have you chosen? Why do they seem less than competent?"

Beal responded, "The man assured me he'd seize the opportunity once it arose. He hadn't anticipated someone interfering unexpectedly.

Lyndon's reckless driving threw a wrench in our plans."

Selina, disturbed by the incompetence, pressed, "All they offer are excuses. What's our next step? Lyndon's hurt and the cops will be on our tail. If they trace it back to your hire, will he turn on you?"

"Rest easy. I've taken steps to ensure his silence."

Intrigued, Selina inquired, "How so?"

"His days are numbered. He's battling terminal gastric cancer. I've promised a hefty sum post-mission, and a secure job for his soon-to- graduate daughter. He's got reasons to stay quiet and take the fall.

He won't cross me."