"Turn back to the hospital," Brooke sneered softly, her voice cold, without even looking up.

Those softly spoken words filled Wiktor with immense terror, rendering him speechless. His hands and feet moved as if against his will, slowing down the horse and turning the carriage around.

‘What’s happening? What’s happening?’ Wiktor screamed internally.

Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of danger surged within him, prompting him to instinctively shout, "No!"

His scream coincided with a deafening explosion beneath the carriage. A wave of heat and force erupted, tearing the carriage apart and scattering flaming debris in all directions.

Brooke had jumped clear of the carriage just before the explosion, landing more than ten meters away. She watched the fiery aftermath with clenched fists and fury. "They silenced him? They better hope I don't uncover who's behind this," she snarled.

However, the trail was temporarily lost. Brooke, not adept at investigations, had to delegate the task to he