Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Four

It was night time already, and out of the Cena family, Alexander, Charles, Isabel, Clara, Harriet, Clarissa, and Sofia were the only ones left gathered outside Reynold's hospital ward.

The harsh, fluorescent hospital lights spilled into the hallway, casting an eerie glow on to their worried faces as they stood in anxious clusters, while the doctor and the medical team worked diligently to stabilize him.

The sound of beeping machines and hushed conversations filled the tense air, a stark reminder of the uncertainty that hung over them like a heavy cloud.

"I...I need to...be somewhere," Charles croaked out weakly, breaking the deafening silence as he stood up from the metal chair, his voice betraying his nervousness.

Everyone's attention turned to him, with only Clara speaking up, "Uncle Rey's in there fighting for his life... where do you possibly need to be?" Her frustration was evident in her tone, given everything that had been going on.

"I...I just need some fresh air away from her