“I’m not interested,” Lucian said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Without hesitation, he dropped the pistol to the ground at Meleonora’s feet.
One of the men behind her swiftly bent down, grabbing the firearm with steady hands, while the other kept his gun firmly trained on Lucian.
Lucian didn’t react.
He didn’t even glance at them.
Instead, he simply turned away, his attention shifting to Rose, still unconscious on the hospital bed.
With a gentle touch, he brushed a strand of hair away from her side face, his fingers barely grazing her side cheek.
Meleonora’s jaw clenched as she watched Lucian completely ignore them as if they weren’t even worth his time.
Her fists tightened at the feeling of frustration, anger… and something else she couldn’t quite place.
Disgust?
No…
It wasn’t that.
It was the fact that he wasn’t afraid.
Even with a gun pointed at his head.
Even with a bomb vest on her chest.
He showed no fear.
Nothing.
Had he already planned a way out?
Was there some kind of technology he had something that could even withstand an explosion at this close of a range?
The thought alone was terrifying.
Meleonora’s eyes flickered toward him again toward the way his gaze softened while looking at Rose.
The contrast was unsettling.
How could someone so ruthless just moments ago…
Look so gentle now?
Finally after some time
“Lower your weapons,” she finally ordered, letting out a deep sigh.
The two officers behind her hesitated.
Their fingers hovered over the trigger, exchanging quick glances.
“Now,” she repeated, turning her head slightly to stare them down.
After a few seconds, both men reluctantly lowered their guns, though they didn’t holster them completely.
Even without aiming, their hands stayed firm on their weapons, as if waiting for one wrong move.
Another sigh escaped her lips.
Her mind was racing for another way to handle this situation.
An alternative.
Anything.
But nothing felt right.
The room was now drowning in awkward silence.
“Can I Leave?”
Suddenly, a hand shot up.
“Uh… should I go outside now?” the purple-haired man asked casually, glancing around.
The nurses nodded furiously, their faces pale, eager to leave.
They weren’t trained for this kind of situation.
Between guns, a bomb vest, and a man who had allegedly killed over 300 people this was far beyond their job description.
Meleonora turned to them, scanning the nervous faces.
“You can go,” she said at last, waving them off.
Dr. Murphy exhaled sharply, wiping the sweat from his brow before turning toward the exit.
The nurses didn’t waste a second, practically speed-walking out of the room without looking back.
But just as the purple-haired man was about to follow
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“Not you,” Meleonora said, her eyes locking onto him.
The nurses froze for a second, but seeing that she wasn’t talking to them, they quickened their pace out of the room.
The door shut behind them.
—
“Wait… what?” The purple-haired man pointed to himself.
“Why me?”
Meleonora folded her arms.
“You were the one who drove him here,” she stated, nodding toward Lucian.
His eyebrows furrowed.
“Yeah, and?”
“That makes you a potential accomplice.”
His eyes widened.
“Wait, wait, wait so just because I gave a bleeding man a ride to the hospital, I’m suddenly a suspect?” He threw his hands up.
“I saw a guy running at me, covered in blood, carrying an unconscious woman who was also covered in blood. What was I supposed to do?”
“You could have called the police,” one of the officers behind Meleonora pointed out.
The purple-haired man rolled his eyes.
“Oh sure, yeah. Because obviously, I had so much time to think about that while he was yelling at me to drive or she would die.”
One of the officers raised his gun slightly, but before he could say anything
“Tch,” the purple-haired man clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes at them.
“Hide behind a woman all you want,” he muttered under his breath, glaring at the men who were clearly waiting for orders from Meleonora.
If not for her authority and the weapons they held, he might’ve already taught them a lesson.
Meleonora ignored his complaints.
“We’re not arresting you,” she clarified.
“But until the investigation is complete, you won’t be allowed to leave.”
Her voice was firm but diplomatic.
“My sincere apologies for the inconvenience,” she added.
The purple-haired man exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples.
“Man… this is such bullshit,” he muttered.
But he didn’t argue.
He just sighed, crossed his arms, and leaned back against the wall, clearly annoyed but resigned.
Lucian, who had remained silent for a while, finally spoke, his voice calm and steady.
“You really should’ve run when I told you to.”
The purple-haired man groaned, rubbing his temple.
“Yeah, yeah, I got that now.”
The room remained tense, despite the fact that no one was actively pointing weapons anymore. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, a silent battlefield of wills.
Meleonora stood firm, her eyes locked on Lucian, watching, analyzing, calculating.
Lucian, on the other hand, had already turned away, his attention back on Rose. She was lying face down, but the side of her face was still visible, pale and serene in unconsciousness.
He stroked her head gently, his expression unreadable.
Meleonora took a deep breath, trying to suppress her frustration.
She sighed. This job… it never gets easier. Always walking on the edge of life and death, always making impossible decisions.
“Is she alright now?” Meleonora finally asked, her gaze shifting toward Rose.
As much as she despised Lucian this cruel, bloodthirsty man she was still human. A woman. And she understood the depth of the trauma Rose must be experiencing. Almost being violated, then getting shot on top of that… she couldn’t even imagine what state of mind the girl would wake up in.
“She’s alright. Out of danger… I treated her myself,” Lucian replied casually after a few seconds.
Meleonora frowned. “You treated her?” The words slipped from her tongue before she could think.
Lucian didn’t say anything, his fingers still brushing through Rose’s hair absentmindedly.
Meleonora turned her head to the purple-haired man, who was leaning against the wall with crossed arms, watching everything unfold.
“Yeah, yeah, he’s a genius doctor or something,” the man shrugged. “I saw it with myself. Guess you didn’t know that either, judging by your reaction.”
Meleonora blinked, genuinely caught off guard. This wasn’t in any of the reports I received…
She made a mental note. So, he has medical skills too?
Her gaze returned to Lucian, studying him carefully.
An 18-year-old billionaire’s son, a mass murderer yeah not so surprising, but… he has medical expertise?
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