Chapter 725: In thirty minutes, it would be over.
Meanwhile...
Sven paced back and forth, nervously biting the tip of his thumb. He held his phone, checking it constantly. He had been restless and anxious, breaking out of sweats even though the temperature of his ward was perfect enough to keep him cool.
"Why aren’t they responding?" he muttered to himself, his voice shaking uncontrollably. "I told them I needed help."
He clenched his teeth, grinding them in frustration. He had already sent his mother away, telling her he was more comfortable alone now. Though his mother wasn’t pleased and she was reluctant, the doctor had reassured her that they would look after him.
"Damn it, damn it," he hissed. "Don’t tell me they expect me to handle all of this by myself?!"
Sven’s eyes glinted darkly as he glanced up at the ceiling. From what he knew, Allen’s private room was directly above his.
"That bastard... how dare they put him in a more exclusive ward than mine?" he grumbled, resenting the preferential treatment Allen seemed to receive. This alone highlighted the difference in their importance, and it wasn’t sitting well with him.
"I even hung myself because of him, but Atlas is just showing who he favors more," he growled, glaring at his phone. "Why aren’t they responding? Had he forsaken me now? Isn’t he afraid of me talking?!"
Sven waited longer, but when his last shred of patience burned out, he threw his phone onto the bed. His eyes hardened, and he balled his hands into fists. He’d promised the person who had ordered him to do this that he would silence Allen.
Not that Sven had much of a choice.