Chapter 95 When Fear Strikes

• Edwin sat rigid in the passenger seat, his hands clasped so tightly in his lap that his knuckles turned white as Lance sped down the foggy road. The city blurred past them, a kaleidoscope of lights and shadows, but Edwin felt frozen in time. The memory of Agatha's frantic call from just thirty minutes ago kept replaying in his mind like a broken record.
• "Edwin, you need to come to Chrisland Hospital right away," Agatha's voice had trembled through the phone. "Your father... he collapsed at home. The doctors are saying it's a severe cardiac arrest. It's... it's not looking good."
• His whole world had stopped at those words. "What do you mean not looking good?" he had demanded, already scrambling out of bed.