Later on, I resolved that whether Dawson was guilty of Zian's accusation or not, I didn't care.
The hospital never truly slept.
Even in the middle of the night, televisions continued playing around the clock, reporters camped outside the entrance, and nurses hurried through the corridors with tired eyes and hurried footsteps.
I haven't gone home.
I couldn't leave the hospital.
Every few minutes I found myself looking toward the intensive care unit, hoping someone would emerge with different news.
But still, no one did.
Instead, the world outside seemed determined to make Dawson's condition even worse.
I was sitting in the waiting lounge when a loud voice from one of the televisions caught my attention.
"Breaking developments continue surrounding Cage Enterprises following the ho
