Lily pretended to be calm, but her heart pounded. She didn't know why Fred had let her out. Had the time come to transfer the queen's consciousness? "Am I about to die? Is there no hope?"

Lily didn't want to die, but escape was impossible. Surveillance cameras and heavily armed guards were everywhere. Her chances of running were nonexistent. However, she was surprised when the men brought her to an infirmary. After a thorough checkup, the nurses left her alone in the locked room.

Lily was puzzled. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing an unexpected visitor.

Fabian looked different. He'd lost weight and was bruised, the result, Cameron heard, of fighting with those inside. Unshaven and dull-eyed, Fabian seemed diminished. When Cameron called to him, Fabian blinked, slowly returning to awareness.

"Fabian," Cameron called, feeling conflicted. His wife had wanted him to care for her brother, but he'd failed her. He blamed himself for Fabian's condition.

Fabian sat with his head hung low, ignoring Cameron.

"It's me," Cameron added. "How have you been for the past two days?"

"How have I been?" Fabian laughed, without looking up. He cocked his head, glancing at Cameron. "Why don't you join me here and find out yourself?!"

His outburst left Cameron speechless, yet relieved. At least he's still acting like his usual self. Of course, he would only get angry and blame others instead of reflecting on his actions.

After years of knowing his brother-in-law, Cameron knew Fabian would never repent, never change.