Chapter 163

• The room was dimly lit when Pedro stirred awake, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him. As his vision cleared, he realized he was in the medical room of his mansion—a facility built specifically for emergencies like this. His head throbbed, his muscles ached, and the bandages on his hand served as a painful reminder of his earlier outburst.
• An IV tube was connected to one arm, slowly administering fluids, while the other hand rested heavily on the bed, wrapped in clean, tight bandages. Groaning softly, he leaned back against the headboard, wincing at the pounding pain in his head.
• "Here, drink some water," Uncle Noel said gently, stepping forward and holding out a glass. He helped Pedro take a few careful sips, his voice lined with concern. "How are you feeling now?"