Andrea feels her head spinning. She wants to hate Andrew, but she can’t bring herself to feel hatred or even anger. Instead, she feels sad for him. Maybe it’s because he sounds so broken or because he’s willing to die to save Charles. She sighs heavily as she thinks about her options. If it wasn’t for the toxin in her body, it’d be easier to go with Andrew. But she knows she’ll probably die before she has a chance to go back to Lance.
Suddenly the doors swing open and a team of nurses slowly wheels a bed away from the operating room. Lance is lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He’s pale as if he’s lost a lot of blood, but he seems to be alive. Robert and three bodyguards rush to the bed and take it from the nurses.
A tall doctor pulls off his surgical mask and wipes the sweat off his
