Raegan struggled, but failed.

She said weakly, "No need. I'm fine."

Seeing that Raegan refused to leave for treatment, Hector called a nurse to take her away directly.

Then, he said to Raegan, "I will let you know as soon as Mitchel wakes up. I'm sure you're the first person he will look for when he wakes up. If you keep refusing the treatment, you will only infect him with your disease."

Upon hearing this, Raegan had no choice but to compromise.

Hector went on to comfort her, "Go ahead and see a doctor. Don't worry. I'm here."

As soon as Raegan disappeared from his sight, Hector strode to Bryce and slapped Bryce hard in the face.

The impact was brutal.

Bryce's mouth was a bloody mess, and he stumbled, slamming against the wall with tremendous force.

A muffled impact resonated in the room, a painful punctuation to the moment.

Bryce, however, didn't utter a word. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself upright.

Hector, usually the epitome of calm, now wore an unmistakable mask of anger. His eyes glowed with fury.

“Bryce, maybe I have pampered you too much. That's the only explanation for your utter disregard for other people's lives!"

Bryce's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.

“Your cousin is lying in the hospital. If anything happens to him, you are going to answer for it!"

Fear finally crept into Bryce's eyes. His gaze dropped, and he stammered, "I'm sorry. I... didn't mean... I never expected something like that would happen.

Hector's tone turned icy.

"You are sorry? Save it for yourself. I'm disappointed in you."

Bryce's face paled at his harsh words.

Hector continued, "I have raised you up on my own and doted on you for years since I felt sorry for your mother's death. Now, it looks like I made a mistake. Look at yourself. Do you really deserve your mother's sacrifices?"