Caleb’s jaw dropped.
These were the Doyle family's elite enforcers.
And the Captain's fiancé had wiped the floor with them without breaking a sweat?
Just who exactly was this man?
It was terrifyingly impressive!
But then again, it made sense.
Serena was the heiress to the wealthiest family in the country.
Naturally, her fiancé would be a force of nature.
"How is she?" Serena asked, ignoring Caleb's shock as she walked up to Nicholas.
Nicholas glanced at Caleb, his gaze darkening. "Not great. Those animals had no intention of keeping her alive."
The Doyles likely hadn't intended to let Mrs. Sommers live since the moment Caleb betrayed Bianca Doyle.
If Caleb had surrendered, the Doyles would have killed Mrs. Sommers anyway.
Even if Caleb followed their orders.
She was as good as dead.
It was their sick punishment for his initial rebellion.
The realization hit Caleb like a physical blow. The blood drained from his face, and his legs wobbled, but he forced himself forward and burst into the ICU room.
Serena followed him inside.
On the bed, the frail old woman was hooked up to a ventilator. Her skin was a lifeless gray, looking like a skeleton beneath the sheets.
Her breathing was shallow, and the heart monitor beeped erratically, the line dipping precariously close to flatlining.
Death was hovering in the room.
"Grandma!"
Caleb’s eyes burned as he collapsed at the bedside, grasping her withered hand and breaking down into gut-wrenching sobs.
Serena stepped up to the bed, her sharp eyes scanning the patient.
"Move," she ordered.
Caleb looked up, tears streaming down his face.

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