Alyssa's face changed slightly, and she murmured, "It's none of your business."
"Of course, I know it's none of my business. Because, you see, he's also in the Capital. Michael Albert hasn't come to see you for years, knowing full well Jared exists but still cut you off completely. What are you still holding onto with a guy like that?"
"Enough, Cilian. Just stop," Alyssa nearly roared.
An eerie silence took over the hallway.
After a moment, Cilian spoke again, "Look at you, all these years, and still, you can't even hear his name without freaking out. But no matter what I do or say, I can't shake you, not even a little. Alyssa, what are you still hoping for?"
With that, Cilian turned and walked away.
He had just passed through the hallway when he nearly bumped into Agnes.
She couldn't avoid him in time and simply didn’t move, watching from a distance.
Cilian seemed slightly surprised to see Agnes but his gaze lingered on her for only a second before he continued on his way.
Alyssa stood in the hallway for a long while.
She seemed to choke up but quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and left through another corridor.
Only then did Agnes slowly walk down the hallway, her heart heavy with an inexplicable complexity as she watched Alyssa's retreating figure.
Finally, Agnes made her way to Ryder's hospital room.
The door was ajar, not fully closed.
Agnes wanted to knock but hesitated, fearing Ryder might be asleep, so she gently pushed the door open to peek inside.
Ryder wasn’t sleeping. Instead, he stood on the small balcony of the room, smoking.
One of his arms was still in a brace, hanging by his side, while the other held a half-smoked cigarette.
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