The joy on his face was unmistakable as if he couldn’t wait to tell the world how happy he was. His cruelty wasn’t just in the announcement—it was in the way he delivered it, leaving no room for doubt or hope.
As such, her resolution solidified. By tomorrow, she would be gone, and none of this would matter anymore. It would just be a dream—a bittersweet, fleeting dream.
Steeling herself, Halle brought the gift box out from behind her.
But before she could say anything, Terence’s phone rang. He turned away to take the call, his expression shifting the moment he answered.
The voice on the other end was urgent. “Captain Bacchus, Captain Benson’s leg wound is infected. She’s in a lot of pain and can’t move. She might not be able to go on the mission.”
Terence’s brow furrowed deeply. “I’ll be there right away.”
Hearing this, Halle tucked the gift box into her pocket, grabbed the medical kit, and marched to the door.
“What are you waiting for? Let’s go!” she called over her shoulder.
Terence, momentarily stunned, quickly followed her.
After some basic treatment, the infection seemed under control.
“She shouldn’t move for now,” Halle advised the surrounding team members.