Chapter 116

The quiet of the emergency corridor was abruptly broken by the gentle echo of a ringing phone, catching Mayra completely off guard. Just outside the door, Anderson heard the sound and glanced in its direction. Mayra's legs had gone numb, leaving her legs weak. The phone stopped ringing, but with each approaching footstep, her heart raced faster. A dark figure approached the petite form cowering in the corner. Anderson went down on one knee and pondered reaching out to stroke Mayra's hair. His gaze was deep and contemplative. Seeing her nestled within her arms and avoiding his gaze, Anderson felt an unfamiliar unease grip his chest. Unsure of what to do, he withdrew his hand. Eventually, Anderson carried Mayra back to the office. Mayra struggled, saying "Let go of me! Get your filthy hands off me! I hate you!" Once out of the darkness, Anderson glanced down at Mayra, who was in his embrace. In Mayra's teary gaze, there was only disgust and resistance toward him, as if she had e