Arthur nodded grimly, Jasmine's words echoing through his mind like gospel truth.
"I'll try to bring her to you. But first, let me try what you suggested."
Arthur activated his ring, reality folding around him as he shifted back to Earth's merged landscape. The hospital room materialised around him, medical equipment humming with meaningless data.
All of this is useless.
Gates looked up from his position by the door, hope flickering in his eyes. "Any luck?"
"Maybe. I need privacy with Charlotte. Guard the corridor."
Complete isolation. No interruptions.
Gates nodded without question, understanding the gravity in Arthur's tone. The businessman positioned himself outside Charlotte's room like a sentinel.
Arthur approached his sister's bed, studying her pale features with new eyes. Not the face of a cancer victim—something else. Something the medical establishment couldn't comprehend.
Two months of wrong assumptions.
