Stanley Batton took the elevator to the floor where Xyla Quest’s VIP emergency unit was located.

At that moment, Stephen Harris was the only person sitting outside the emergency unit.

Seeing Stanley, Stephen immediately stood up to approach him. “She’s already receiving emergency treatment inside. Don’t worry, our doctors are the best in the country. I’m sure they’ll be able to save her.

“The Director is there, too, and he’s an expert in this field.”

Stanley frowned deeply, nodding to acknowledge his words, but he didn’t reply.

He sat down on a bench, his spine stiff with tension, considering how frantic he was still feeling.

He had no idea what kind of torture his wife was going through inside the emergency unit.

He also didn’t know if she would be fine like what Stephen said.

All he could think about now was the image of finding Xyla lying in a pool of blood and her face drained of color.

That scene was now permanently etched onto his mind, leaving him feeling vulnerable.