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Even in his rage, he made wild claims that Casper would pay for this. But he didn't follow through.

After locking Susan in her room, Ronan quietly pulled Dillon aside, "So, has Mr. Casper calmed down yet? I've got a few projects with Welton International and I can't afford any fallout." Dillon's brow furrowed slightly.

He wasn't a father, but he knew what a father's reaction should be in this situation. Yet, Ronan was indifferent, more concerned with his business than his daughter. It pained Dillon to see.

"Mr. Ronan, the business stuff will have to wait for Mr. Casper's final word. Mr. Casper gave Ms. Susan a serious lesson, which you should understand."

"Susan's been spoiled and often messes up. Some punishment is deserved. As long as Mr. Casper cools down and our business isn't affected, I'm fine with it."

Ronan's eyes were filled with insincere cheer. He was overly respectful to Dillon, anxious to avoid offending him, and eager for him to put in a good word with Casper. Before sending Dillon off, he slipped him a shopping card worth thousands. "Thanks for bringing Susan back, Mr. Dillon. Take care."

Dillon glanced at the card and smirked, disdainfully. From his initial arrogance with Casper to his current sycophancy, Ronan perfectly showcased the spectrum of human nature. It was just sad for Susan, in the prime of her youth. In the end... Dillon shook his head and tossed the shopping card into a nearby trash bin as he left.

After wrapping up things in Falconridge, Casper and Dillon headed back to Oak Falls. Eliza was still in a coma. All Casper could do was stay by her side.

A week passed, but Eliza's condition didn't improve, making him increasingly uneasy. The doctor's grave words brought even worse news.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

"In addition to the hallucinogens,

we've identified a new drug in her system that stimulates blood vessels, and nerves. The situation is far more complex than we initially thought. Prepare for the worst... The doctor's serious tone was unsettling.

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Even for someone as seasoned as Casper, his palms began to sweat. "Tell me the worst-case scenario." "She may never wake up," the doctor said.

Casper's heart tightened, nearly

stopping his breath. Never wake up? He couldn't accept that. His eyes watered as he looked down at the woman in the bed. Blurred by tears, he asked, "Is it a vegetative state or brain death?"

"We need more tests to confirm," the doctor sighed. Medically speaking, one could breathe, and the other could not. But in essence, both were like being dead.

"I need a definite answer." His voice was filled with anguish, his fists clenched.

The doctor adjusted his glasses, his expression somber as he glanced at the woman in the bed. "Based on my experience, a vegetative state is more likely."

A vegetative state meant there was still a chance she could wake up one day. That was a relief.

"It's okay, she's just tired, just hurt, just angry. She'll wake up." Casper leaned over, gently touching her face and hair. "Don't be afraid, I'll take you home, I'll take good care of you."

He pressed his lips to her forehead.

Tears fell on her forehead, forming a shape like a broken heart. He wiped away the tear marks, a faint smile on his lips his fingertips gently

her dry lips, "Don't be afrasing