"How could such a young child get injured so badly? Could it be some sort of malicious revenge tied to business competition?"
"Who knows? Mr. Kramer’s wife passed away years ago, and this boy is his only child. He treats him like everything he does. Whoever dared to harm him must have a death wish! The boy’s condition is still precarious."
"The bodyguards stationed outside his ward don’t look like your typical security detail..."
"Shh, stop talking. We don’t want to get into trouble. Those bodyguards are probably mercenaries, not amateurs."
Once they finished changing the dressing, the nurses left the room, but their words sent a chill through me.
The Kramer family was far more complex and dangerous than I had imagined.
Julia’s fate was sealed.
Without wasting another moment, I hurriedly made arrangements to discharge myself from the hospital. But as I stepped into the hallway, I ran into Mr. Kramer’s assistant. His face was etched with worry as he hurriedly questioned passersby about their blood types.
"The boy’s wound is badly infected, and he’s losing blood fast," he explained. "The hospital’s blood bank doesn’t have enough in stock."