Meanwhile, Renald was pacing his office, eyes fixed on his watch. The moment the seventy-second hour struck, he called Lorraine. His voice trembled with tension.
"Three days are up! Where's Danica? I warned you—no killing!"
"Why so anxious?" she replied, feigning innocence. "Relax, I sent her back to the hospital."
He slammed the phone down and rushed out the door. By the time he arrived at the operating room, the light above the door had just gone out.
The doctor removed his mask, face heavy with sorrow.
"Mr. Montgomery... I'm sorry. The patient's injuries were too severe. We did everything we could."
A stretcher rolled out, covered with a white sheet.
