Hunter walked quickly into the room with resolute steps, his face displaying an anxious expression that looked contrived. His eyes swept the room, looking for the figure of Ramona lying on the bed, pale and fragile. He took a deep breath, preparing himself to play the role of someone who felt so much lost.
"Ramona...," he whispered in a low tone, but dramatic enough to make anyone who heard him think that he was truly feeling deep sadness. His eyes radiated a spotlight full of pretense, as if he could not contain his emotional turmoil.
Soon, Belinda and Jeseline appeared in the doorway. The two women exchanged glances, both wanting to know what would happen next. Belinda, with her high curiosity, stepped in without hesitation. While Jeseline watched him from behind, his eyes narrowed, tr
