Chapter 50

In the hospital's VIP ward, Maverick lay on the bed, his complexion slightly pale. Though his injury wasn't severe, he'd lost a significant amount of blood. There were also two stitches on his arm. At that moment, his right arm was encased in a thick bandage, resting on the bed. He typically carried himself with dignity, but after last night's ordeal, he appeared somewhat disheveled. Dark circles lingered beneath his eyes, indicating he hadn't rested well. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a cigarette box, only to discover it was empty upon opening it. Frustrated, he tossed it onto the bedside table. Seeing this, Fabian quickly pulled a cigarette from his pocket and offered it to Maverick. When Maverick had been assaulted the previous night, Fabian had also been present at the scene. He'd immediately rushed Maverick to the hospital and had remained by his side throughout the night. Maverick picked up the cigarette and gazed up at him. "I'm fine now. Go back and have some