I quickly teleported outside the examination room and removed my invisibility, just as the nurse could arrive any moment.
The sterile hospital corridor was eerily quiet, the fluorescent lights casting a cold glow over the polished floors. I leaned against the wall, my mind racing through the implications of Fumiko's plan.
The weight of the situation pressed down on me. Fumiko was clever—brilliant, even—but she didn't know me.
She didn't understand that Kasumi was already mine, that her daughters were waiting for me to claim her. And she certainly didn't realize that I would never let Kasumi die—not for a second.
After a few minutes, a nurse in a crisp white uniform approached me, her steps brisk and professional. "Are you Mr. Jack?" she asked, her voice polite but direct.
