Absolon weakly lifted his hand. Despite his half-conscious state, his eyes remained fixed on Lilah the entire time.

To him, it seemed he was seeing his long-lost love.

"Don't be angry with me... Joselyn, please forgive me..."

Since his whispers were too soft to be understood, the nurse simply pressed his hand back down.

At the hospital, Absolon was taken into surgery. Once her blood type was confirmed, Lilah had a substantial amount of blood drawn urgently.

Supported by Gerard, Lilah sat down, her face pale. Seeing her like this, Gerard couldn't hide his concern. “You were so determined to show your kindness, you really deserve some recognition."

Aware that Gerard was trying to cheer her up, Lilah attempted a smile and responded, "Okay, I'll take many awards."

“As many as you like," Gerard said with a slight smile. "Now, you should rest."

Since Absolon had not yet awakened, Lilah was unlikely to feel at ease leaving. Knowing her well, Gerard took the initiative to arrange a hospital room for her.

Not long after Lilah settled into the ward, the operating room doors opened.

The doctor said, "The patient is now stable. Without this transfusion, he might not have made it. However, there's an issue with the blood..."

The assistant listened intently to the doctor, eager not to miss any detail.

"Is there a problem with the blood?"

"Well, there's been a slight hemolysis between the patient's blood and the donor's blood, which typically shouldn't occur. Just keep a close watch on it."

The doctor quickly relayed to the assistant the complications that had arisen with Absolon. With a grave expression, the assistant nodded in understanding.

Hemolysis... He faintly recalled that it could occur due to a genetic link between the donor and recipient. He had a bold guess.

Immediately, the assistant caught up with the doctor as he was leaving the operating room and whispered something in his ear.

"“Joselyn, why did you do that?" Absolon stirred back to consciousness, the hum of medical equipment filling his ears. He felt a throbbing pain at his wound site, slowly realizing he was in the hospital. Had someone intervened just in time to save him? What exactly had happened? Was someone at the perfume-making competition venue plotting against him? Was the target him or Karol?

He couldn't afford to stop pondering these questions—not due to the urgency of the matter, but because he had dreamt of Joselyn just now. Although he hadn't dreamt of her for years, in his dreams, they were torn apart time and again. If he ceased to think about other things, the dreams of Joselyn would keep haunting him and the emotional pain would become unbearable. Joselyn was someone he would miss for the rest of his life.

"Mr. Morris," the assistant said as he entered the room, interrupting Absolon's thoughts. After consulting with the doctor, the assistant helped him to sit up.

“Have you found out who was behind this?" Absonlon asked.

"No," the assistant replied. “There were too many people around, so it was impossible to pinpoint the perpetrator. I suspect they chose the competition venue for their attack because they knew it would be crowded. We'll keep investigating."

"Okay." Absolon nodded and pressed on with another question. "Who was around me before I passed out?"

He had indeed dreamt of Joselyn, but he distinctly remembered seeing someone who resembled her just before losing consciousness. Could it be that she had overcome her anger and come to see him after all?