Chapter 153: The King's Return, a Family Judgment

The sterile air of the hospital room still clung to Savannah, a phantom scent of antiseptic and fear. But now, safely cocooned in the passenger seat of the Maybach as it sped towards the capital, she felt a different kind of tension—one of anticipation, not terror. She watched Raymond, his profile set like granite, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. The man who had torn through a factory of armed men like a vengeful god now drove with the quiet, steady focus of a man on a singular mission. He...