Chapter 143

Third Person's POV

Under the harsh neon gleam of Shadowscourge Hospital's seventh floor, Leander, rattled by the night's chaos and lying on a gurney, had barely registered their existence-he was a relic, tangled in debts that stretched deeper than memory, and no longer commanded the regard of those around him.

The heirs, glinting with opportunistic hunger, lingered by the operating doors, lips sha