It seemed like a century had passed.

The doctor in a white gown reappeared. His face was gloomy as he sighed and announced, “I'm sorry. We tried all we could."

His low voice echoed in the empty and cold corridor like a fated curse. It was as if Raegan had been hit by a huge rock. She staggered back with her eyes widened in disbelief.

The next second, she grabbed the doctor by his white coat and shook her head.

"Doc, you made a mistake, right? This can't be! Her issue shouldn't be this serious!"

The doctor had mentioned that her grandmother didn't have much time left, but he didn't say she was going to die today.

"You must be mistaken, doc. My grandmother can't be dead. Just this morning, she told me that she wanted to eat the special cakes from her hometown. I was supposed to get them later. How can she leave without eating them..."

Raegan slowly sank to her knees with her hands still gripping the doctor's coat. She sobbed.

"Please... Save my grandmother. Bring her back to life. I'll pay whatever amount. Just bring her back..."

Her voice gradually became tiny and breathy.

“At least, let her have a piece of cake and say goodbye to me before leaving..."

How could her grandmother die with an empty stomach?

Raegan's hands trembled as if she was convulsing. Her tears flowed like water and her cries echoed in the corridor. Soon, a nurse came and pulled her up by the arm.

"Young lady, I'm really sorry for your loss. Our hearts go out to you. We understand your pain, but please, calm down. You should go see your grandmother one last time."

Raegan kicked and shook her head like a child. Her teary eyes were red and vacant as she said, “My grandmother is not in here... She's waiting for me in the ward..."

After saying that, she turned around and started to rush to the ward.

A strong hand suddenly grabbed her arm.

Hector frowned slightly. Raegan's arm was too thin as if he was holding a pencil, making Raegan seem even more fragile and delicate.

He said, "Raegan, go and have a look."

It was as if a basin of cold water had just been poured over Reagan's head. She shivered and her long eyelashes hung down while trembling densely. She looked so pitiful like a stray dog on the streets on a cold rainy night.