Chapter 28
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"Andrew! Andrew!"

Erica's shouts and knocks on the door woke Andrew up. Andrew, who had fallen asleep on the desk, felt an immense pain in his head. He had been unable to sleep soundly all night, thinking about ways to cure William as soon as possible.

The guidebook he found became a witness to how he repeatedly studied and read the section titled "The Cure One."

"Andrew! Aren't you awake yet? There's important news!" Erica continued to insist.

"Comin'!" Andrew grumbled and reluctantly made his way to the door. His face was furrowed, annoyed at being woken up from his mere two-hour sleep. "What do you want, Erica?!"

"Sorry if I'm disturbing you; I thought you were already awake. There's something I want to show you."

Erica handed her phone to Andrew, showing a video clarification from Smith, Orlando's father, on one of the news portal pages.

Andrew's eyes widened immediately, and he took his sister's phone. His hands quickly played the video.

"Good morning, everyone. I, Gerard Smith,
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