While holding back the rumbling in his chest, Max stepped quickly into the ICU room. Along the way, he kept thinking about what to say when he arrived in front of his father. Should he say hello, say everything will be okay, or apologize? Nothing felt right to express his feelings."Sir," Minnie sighed when she noticed the man's arrival. With teary eyes, the woman pointed towards the door. "Your father is waiting."Without a chance to say thank you, Max nodded and rushed to the door. His pace was so fast. He had never faced such a tense moment in his life.However, as the door opened, his steps slowed down. The air had grown heavier. It took more effort for Max to be able to go through. After taking a quick breath and clenching his fists tightly, he went closer to the bed.The first second Max's eyes caught the image of his father, he suddenly caught the breath. His chest tightened with a feeling that was hard to describe. The old man's condition was much

"So, the results of my medical evaluation meet the requirements, Doc?" Max asked with his eyebrows raised to the max. "Yes," the doctor nodded firmly. "I will prepare for the transplant operation as soon as possible." A sigh of relief suddenly blew into the air. A second later, Max turned to the woman who was still holding her hand tightly. "Don't worry, Gaby. I'll be fine," the man said as he knew the meaning behind the curve of his wife's stiff lips. "That's right, Madam. You don't have to worry. Your husband has a fit body. Donating a small part of his liver will not cause any problems,” the doctor said reassuringly. With slightly pursed lips, Gabriella released the pressure in her lungs. "I hope this operation will go smoothly," she said in a thin voice. In a sudden, Max caressed and kissed his wife's head. "Amen. Now, how about we visit Dad? I want to see him before we go home and rest.” Gabriella nodded. After tha

"What's wrong, Madam?" Mia asked with furrowed brows, not understanding.Without giving an answer, Gabriella walked over with a bag full of "weapons". However, before she had gone far, the secretary restrained her pace."Madam, where are you going?" the girl asked, still confused."Someone sent a strange message," Minnie interjected with hands clasped together.“Yes, and I have to catch him,” Gabriella implied before swinging her legs again.However, when she took one step forward, the secretary had pulled her back.“Please don't be rash, Madam,” Mia said with a small frown at the base of her brow.A second later, the girl grabbed the woman's cell phone and checked the message. After a glance, a quick sigh escaped from her mouth."Who else is this?" she muttered before gritting her teeth.“That must be the criminal who attacked Max, Mia. I have to stop him,” Gabriella said as she took

“You don't have to make up stories, Mia. I just stopped the car in the parking lot. In a moment, you will see me standing in front of you. I'm not a coward anymore, you know?" Julian said before unbuckling the seatbelt. Hearing the CEO's relaxed response, Mia was pushed closer into despair. With a narrow throat, she said, "It's not about your bravery anymore, Sir, but Mrs. Evans' life." Doubting the hearing, Julian didn't budge and furrowed his brows. Slowtly, he began to detect Mia's sobs from the other side of the phone. “I beg you, Sir. Save her …” the secretary sighed in a trembling voice. “I couldn't tell Mister Max. He would panic if he finds out his wife is missing. I only found Madam's bag and a pen that was covered in blood." Knowing the seriousness of the secretary, Julian suddenly gulped. With hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, the man forced his brain to think. "Where did you find Gabriella's bag?" "On the emergency stairs,

“Why do Gabriella and Mia take so long? Where do they actually go?" Max grumbled as he continued to stare at the door and the clock alternately. “Do they purposely make me wait alone?” the man muttered as he couldn't decipher the furrowed brows. Something had stuck in his heart. "Or maybe, something happened out there and they don't tell me." After pondering for a moment, Max finally reached his hand out toward the table. Afraid that the wound would open again, he pressed his stomach with the other hand. "Tch, why did Gaby put my phone so far away?" While grimacing, the man tried to slide his cell phone with the fingertips. Inadvertently, the object slipped out of the line of the table and fell to the floor. A sigh of disappointment instantly released into the air.  “Why did I drop it when I'm not allowed to bend down? Tsk, at this rate, I have no other choice,” Max muttered before taking a deep breath. A second later, with all his might,