Everyone, including Haley, who was finding it difficult to process Mason's words, sat in stunned silence. She scanned Mason's face, and when she noticed her brother was serious, a smile crawled into her lips.“I can believe you did it, Mas,” she said proudly. She was about to say something else when her brow furrowed at the new thought that crawled into her mind, disintegrating her smile. Mason, recognizing her expression, nodded for her to voice whatever was stirring in her mind. “What is it, Haley?” he asked.When she finally processed her thought, she raised her gaze to him. “How did you find the cure when the trial hasn't started yet?” she asked, prompting the rest of the group to turn to Mason with curiosity.With his smile still lingering on his lips, Mason let out a sigh. He knew he couldn't tell his family how he found the cure, but he also understood if he didn't give them an explanation, they would think he was making things up and would try to persuade him to drop the tria

As the elevator doors slid shut, cutting off the view of the journalist pinned to the ground. Mason let out a deep sigh, removing his cap and nose mask, which allowed fresh air to fill his lungs. He ran his hand through his hair, leaning back against the cold, metallic wall of the elevator. He shut his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to enjoy peace, which didn't last long when the buzzing from his pocket pierced through his mind.Mason pulled out the device to see the pop-up video of a familiar environment displayed on his screen. The woman in formal wear had an excited expression masking her features as she stood in front of the hospital broadcasting the news in front of her camera.[It has been confirmed that Mr. Williams, the son of Grace Williams, has been spotted within the walls of Williams Central Hospital. However, his identity remains a mystery, as he was seen wearing a black mask that concealed his face. The reasons for his visit are unclear, and no official statement h

Meanwhile, inside the VIP wing of Williams Central Hospital, Cleopatra and Fiona settled into oversized chairs nestled in the corner of Dr. Lukeman's office. Fiona was dressed in a green-fitted gown that beautifully hugged her figure, highlighting her elegant curves. Her motionless gaze centered on the white ceiling, while Cleopatra, sitting beside her, had her eyes fixed on her phone screen as she scrolled through messages with a furrowed brow. Unlike Fiona, Cleopatra’s flowing gown masked her silhouette, and the subtle hues of the dress complemented her complexion. Interrupting the silence for the second time, her phone vibrated, and like the first time, she ignored the caller labeled "Dad" across the screen. “Why don’t you just turn off your phone? That way, he won’t be able to reach you,” Fiona suggested as she tried to pull her sister out of her thoughts. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, waving it at her. “It worked for me." Cleopatra remained silent, her brow furrowed

Meanwhile Mason, who was a newcomer to the world of surgery, found himself standing inside the gallery of the operating room, captivated by the exhilarating view from above. A thrill of anticipation washed over him, and his eyes swept across the scene through the transparent glass, to the medical staff clad in scrubs and masks, that covered their expressions but showcased their unwavering focus as they carried out their routine. Next to the operating table was the medical equipment arranged in a precise pattern by the team, ranging from surgeons, nurses, and anesthetists who moved with grace as each was engaged in their specific tasks for the coming surgery. Mason's observation was caught and the sound of a single door leading In and out of the operating room, gilded open. A different set of staff which he couldn't pinpoint their medical field due to the colour of their uniform stride in, and at the center of the group was the imposing 365G Laser, which was carefully maneuvered int

Time seemed to slip through Mason's fingers as he stood in the gallery with his eyes glued to the scene unfolding in front of him. The silence in the room was heavy, and the only sound was the soft, rhythmic hum of the 365G laser was the only thing echoing through the space. Dr. Lukeman, who had his eyes fixed on the surgical microscope embedded on the machine, muttered instructions to his staff, who didn't waste time to carry out the task. “The tumor is visible, and I need everyone to remain still at this moment,” Dr. Lukeman announced, casting a quick, assessing look at his team. “How is she doing, Dr. Zarah?” He asked, and Mason, with a mixed expression knitted on his brow, averted his gaze to the doctor. “Her vitals are stable,” she replied, not peeling her eyes from the machine. “At this moment, Dr. Zarah, you need to monitor that closely,” Dr. Lukeman instructed, and his brow furrowed in concentration as he redirected his attention to the machine. Mason, not able to hav