Chapter 15 Retribution

The sky had just begun to lighten with the soft glow of dawn, gently sweeping across the sleeping earth. The distant mountains emerged in the morning mist, like a delicate oil painting. The trees and flowers were still slumbering in the embrace of the night, with only a gentle breeze rustling the leaves, producing a soft whispering sound. Everyone was still asleep. Benson hurriedly carried the unconscious Yvonne. Her face was as pale as paper, her breathing weak. His steps were urgent and firm as he moved through the morning fog, heading towards the hospital. Yvonne's eyelids felt heavy as if burdened with a thousand pounds of fatigue. As her vision cleared, she saw a sea of white—clean, quiet hospital walls. Sunlight streamed softly through the half-open curtains, warming her face but also causing a slight dizziness. She struggled to regulate her breathing, trying to bring her mind into focus. The surroundings were both familiar and foreign, the faint smell of disinfectant rem