A night had passed. Mark was injured and nowhere to be found. Leonard's life was hanging by the thread, and he had been sent to the ICU, while Jane's whereabouts were unknown.

Yvonne sent men to do a thorough search for Mark. At the same time, she arranged for another group to head to the city where Leonard's mansion was to check up on Claude's situation.

After handling everything, she returned to the hospital to accompany Gwen and wait for Curtis to be out of the emergency room.

The surgery was a success. Curtis' life was no longer in danger, but he was still in a coma. He had to be observed in the ICU for a while.

Outside the ICU, Yvonne gently placed her arm around Gwen's shoulder, avoiding the gunshot wound.

"Gwen, don't worry. Curtis will be fine. He surely can't bear to see you like this," Yvonne gently comforted.

Gwen looked at Curtis in the bed through the glass window. "Why did he take the bullet for me?"

"He …"

Obviously, because he loves you.

Yvonne didn't finish he