Larissa couldn't accept this reality. Despite Kevan's numerous flaws, she had always viewed him as a formidable, powerful, and invincible figure. The idea that he would one day lie weak and helpless on a hospital bed, barely clinging to life with injected nutrients, was unimaginable to her.

She reached out and touched his large, bony hand. Despite the perpetual summer on the island, his hand remained as cold as ever, causing her heart to ache.

After struggling to hold back her tears for a long time, she finally let them flow and fell onto the snowy white sheets, leaving dark stains behind. However, she bit her lip to stifle any sound, afraid that her crying might disturb him. Dylan, who stood at the door, caught a glimpse of the figure huddled by the edge of the hospital bed, trembling uncontrollably. He silently withdrew his hand from the doorknob.

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Due to the language barrier, the police couldn't gather much information from the shooter, despite capturing him. The details provided