Chapter: 2406

Wendell's limbs felt burdened with immense weight, immobile no matter his efforts. His eyes were wide, almost popping out, as his chest rose and fell deeply, fogging the inside of his oxygen mask.

Looking at Wendell's strained expression, Aimee felt an unexpected calm wash over her.

She had braced herself for panic or discomfort at his awakening, yet she felt none of that. Instead, she was somewhat amused.

"The doctor told me your chances of recovery are far below average. The damage to your central nervous system is permanent. Your odds of recovery are one in a hundred." Aimee sat beside the bed, her expression cool as she faced him. "And I will ensure that this slim chance does not occur."

Wendell stared back at her. If looks could kill, his gaze would have struck Aimee down.