The silence in the VIP recovery room didn't bring peace; instead, it was a heavy pressure, even more intense than the emotional storm that had just swept through. The icy chill from the silently running air conditioner only added to the oppressive atmosphere, making the air in the room feel so thin it was almost impossible to breathe.
Melda leaned against the headboard, her face pale and devoid of color. Her beautiful, swollen eyes gazed aimlessly out the window, as if her spirit had drifted far away, leaving only a battered body behind.
Meanwhile, Kim sat quietly on a chair beside the bed. Despite his usual calm demeanor, his eyes behind the glasses, fixed on the young woman, were filled with unprecedented concern and determination.
"I need to be honest with you, Mel."
Kim's deep voic
