Two days later, an aftershock startled Yvonne awake. The first thing she saw was Stephen's worried face.

His body was almost entirely sprawled across the hospital bed, holding on to the side railings with both hands, protecting her beneath him.

The building was swaying, and the bed was shaking. All around them, things crashed, and people screamed.

Yet Yvonne remained surprisingly calm as she looked into Stephen's eyes. Her usual fierce and aggressive gaze softened, leaving an unwavering determination in her eyes.

After a while, the aftershock subsided. The loud noises around them seemed to fade away. She heard him sigh quietly in relief.

Yvonne smiled lightly and asked, "Are you hoping we die together in this position?"

"Maybe you can survive," Stephen answered.

During the aftershock earlier, he had already weighed his options and made a judgment.

They were on the eighth floor of a crowded hospital, and carrying her downstairs might be even riskier.

His body had reacted a