Chapter 1100:
âMr. Green, Iâm Christopher,â Christopher said, his voice shaky with unease.
Meanwhile, Tonya stayed in the background, keenly observing every subtle shift in Rhysâ demeanor and committing them to memory.
Though stripped of his past, Rhysâ instincts remained intact. Surrounded by strangers in an unfamiliar setting, his reaction was minimal.
His outward calm betrayed only the faintest flicker of unease. The rest of his emotions lay buried beneath a detached exterior.
Since regaining consciousness, Rhys had been on guard.
Beneath the covers, his hand gripped a concealed bat, prepared for any sudden threat.
As Christopher and Jose approached again, Rhysâ expression darkened. Tightening his hold on the bat, he snarled, âI donât know you. Stay back!â
Christopher and Jose froze, their faces etched with quiet sorrow. They seemed on the verge of speaking, but no words came out.
Tonya recognized the warning signs of Rhysâ growing agitation. Stepping between them, she gently urged Jose and Christopher to retreat.
âGive him space. Pressuring him will only make things worse.â
Neither Christopher nor Jose replied, though the emotion in their eyes was unmistakable.
After Rhysâ diagnosis had been confirmed, Harlee had already shed countless tears in Tonyaâs arms. Now, her composure had returned.
âAt least heâs still here. We donât have to count the seconds anymore,â Harlee said softly. Rhys was aliveâthat was all that mattered.
Harlee understood that recovery would take time. She turned to the others.
âLetâs give him some space. Tonya can handle the rest for now.â
Jose lingered for a moment, his gaze filled with unspoken emotion. With a weary sigh, he finally left the room.
Christopher, fighting back tears, quietly followed behind him.
The bedroom door clicked shut from the outside.
âAre you a doctor?â Rhys kept his guard up, his posture tense.
With a nonchalant look, Tonya replied, âCanât you tell?â
Lately, her demeanor had been strictly professional, a departure from her typically more laid-back approach with patients.
Rhys questioned her with a cold tone, âWhatâs your plan for me now?â
âIâm here to treat you. I canât just watch my best friend lose someone who adores her dearly,â Tonya explained while adjusting her medical equipment.
âYour best friend?â Rhys furrowed his brow in confusion.
Her best friend? Someone who loved her? Could that be him?
âHarlee,â Tonya replied clearly.
âSheâs been through a lot and gained plenty.
As her friend, I only wish for her gains to continue.â
The mention of âHarleeâ sent a sharp pang through Rhysâ heart.
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