CHAPTER 193: I'LL FIND WHOEVER DID THIS TO YOU

DAMIAN "Can I see Amelia now?" Damian asked his voice low but tense like he was holding back a storm inside. He hadn't slept in days; dark circles hung beneath his brown eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, waiting for Marie's response. Marie, standing by the door of the hospital room, nodded silently. Her face was pale, and her deep black eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but she remained composed. "She's in there. Just… be gentle," she whispered, rubbing her temples, her shoulders slumped in exhaustion. Damian stepped past her, his chest tight, every muscle in his body tensed as though preparing for a fight he couldn't win. The sterile smell of the hospital clung to his nostrils as he walked into the room where Amelia lay. His heart hammered in his chest as his gaze fell on his daughter. She looked so fragile, so small. He approached her slowly. Amelia's face was ghostly pale, her features like his own. His jaw clenched. He could barely breathe. He reached and took her