Chapter 125
Dafa's POV: We're Fighting a Weapon
I took a deep breath.
It seemed fate had decided to tie Alayna to the Minister again. And this time at Grand General Hospital.
I set the phone down on the polished mahogany desk. The soft click echoed in the quiet room. Her voice replayed in my head, trying to sound calm, almost casual, but threaded with that familiar defiance I knew too well.
She had no idea.
Good people were the first to drown when the tide of power went out. The Minister was a decent man for sure, which was precisely why he was now fighting for his life.
And Alayna, with her doctor's instinct was stepping straight into the current situation.
My fingers tightened around the edge of the desk until my knuckles went white. A cold anger settled in my chest.
