?<strong>Chapter 917:</strong>


    When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a warm, cozy room. The steady beep of medical equipment filled the air, and the sharp scent of medicine and disinfectant lingered around her. The light touched her face as Allison slowly regained her awareness. She had been saved.


    Allison nced down and saw Ken sitting by her bed. His eyes were shut, but he still held her wrist tightly.


    Ken’s face had lost its roundness, his jawline more defined, and there were subtle dark rings beneath his eyes. He appearedpletely drained. Hey there with his eyes shut, his forehead creased, as though sleep wasn’ting easily to him.


    Allison didn’t want to wake him. She slowly sat up, nning to get a drink of water. Unexpectedly, the moment she moved, Ken sensed it.


    “Allison,” he murmured. He blinked and looked at her, his eyes filled with confusion for a second. Was he still dreaming?


    “It’s me,” Allison’s voice cracked with worry. “You need to sleep. I’ll be fine…”


    Before she could finish, Ken wrapped her in his arms. His chest burned with heat, and his heart pounded wildly. Every thump seemed to resonate deep within her.


    Ken held her tightly, like he was clutching something priceless that he’d just found. “It’s been three days. You’re finally awake.”


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    Allison couldn’t see his face while he held her, but she could sense the slight shake in his voice. His grip on her was strong, as if he feared she might disappear at any moment.


    “So, I slept for three days?” Allison asked, still half propped up in shock. She understood that Ken had been anxious for a long time, so she allowed him to hold her. He didn’t let go, even after some time had passed. His warm breath brushed against her neck.


    “I’m not going to die,” Allison said with a sigh. “Mr. Lloyd, can I have some water first?”


    It was only then that Ken seemed to realize he was overreacting. “Sorry,” he said, letting go of her and pouring a ss of water. “Drink slowly. If you feel any difort, let me know. I’ll call the doctor immediately.” He nced at the medical equipment around them, checking everything to make sure it was all fine. Once he confirmed everything was in order, he let out a relieved breath.


    “I know you’re worried about Lilian. It’s all taken care of, so you don’t need to stress,” he added before Allison had a chance to ask. “Gordon and Amya are questioning her. After the serum injection, Lilian is mostly clear-headed now.”


    Allison felt much better after sipping the water. “What about Verruckt?” she asked, the concern still weighing heavily on her mind.


    “We don’t have any solid news about him,” Ken replied, picking up a newspaper. “But the military pulled a burned body from the ruins, iming it was the head of the research facility.”


    Allison studied the newspaper with a thoughtful look. “It seems like they’re just trying to calm the public down,” she said, but she was sure Verruckt had been close to death. With the drug’s effects fading and the side effects starting to kick in, no one knew if he would make it. Even if he wasn’t dead, he was certainly badly hurt.


    After setting the ss down, Allison looked around the unfamiliar room. “This ce is unfamiliar.”


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