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Inside the hospital room, everything had come to a standstill, the only sound being the long beep of the monitoring equipment, a cold despair that ruthlessly shattered the silence.
The doctor and nurses rushed in, checking Keisha's pulse and pupil reflexes. Finally, the doctor let out a gentle sigh and quietly said to the nurse, "Time, please record it."
The nurse noted the time on the form while the doctor gently placed his hand over Keisha's eyelids, ensuring her eyes were completely closed.
"We are very sorry..." The doctor's voice was calm but carried a heavy sense of helplessness. "Please accept our condolences."
Carter stood nearby like a statue with his soul drained away, his vacant eyes fixed on Keisha's pale face.
His mind was blank, all sounds seemed distant; he couldn't even hear his own heartbeat.
He wanted to reach out and hold her hand again, but that hand had lost all warmth, feeling like cold marble. His fingers trembled slightly before ultimately letting go.
He stepped back slowly, exiting the room, and finally collapsed in the corridor, leaning against the cold wall. He cradled his head in his hands, trembling, his lips parted slightly but unable to produce any sound.
He didn't know what to say; he didn't even know what he was supposed to do now.
Grief, anger, despair, and regret surged within him without an outlet, turning into a silent suffocation that made him feel as if he were slowly sinking into a dark abyss.
Before long, the door to the hospital room was pushed open, and several medical staff members slowly wheeled Keisha's body out.
A white cloth covered her, like a pure beam of moonlight finally free from the pollution of this dirty and decaying city.
She was gone, no longer having to endure the cruelty of this world.
Yet Carter remained alive.
He loathed this fact.
At that moment, Kaisa's mother stepped out of the hospital room.
Her steps were slow, her eyes red and swollen, but the tear stains on her face had long since dried, as if this tragedy had drained her of all emotion.
She said nothing, merely walking slowly toward Carter, standing before him, and then gently extending her arms to embrace him.
Carter was taken aback, his body stiffening slightly, and then, as if he could no longer hold himself together, he weakly returned her embrace.
Two people who had lost their closest loved ones held each other in silence, without weeping or breaking down, only endless sorrow and emptiness remaining.
"Keisha... often spoke of you, Mr. Carter," Kaisa's Mother said softly, her tone gentle yet sorrowful. "Thank you... for allowing my daughter to leave in peace."
Carter closed his eyes, his throat tight with unshed words; only tears silently fell, dripping onto the cold ground.
The streets at night were eerily quiet, broken only by the distant sounds of traffic and the occasional wail of a siren piercing the silence. The neon lights outside the hospital cast distorted flickering shadows on the damp asphalt, as if the decaying soul of this city was gasping in silence.
Carter stood outside the hospital, his hands clenched into fists, nails nearly digging into his palms.
His chest heaved violently, breaths coming in chaotic bursts; anger and grief intertwined, making it hard for him to remain standing.
He looked at this city—the one that had filled Keisha with hope but ultimately took her life—the city she once believed could change, the city she thought Rain could save.
But in the end, what had this city given her?
Nothing at all.
It offered her a filthy alleyway, a knife hidden in darkness, a desperate night when no witnesses were willing to lend a hand, and then cast her into this hospital to die under pale lights.
She was gone, while those damned politicians still smiled on stage, raising their glasses to celebrate their victories; the gangs and thugs roamed the streets like vultures feasting on the city's decay; the beggars, addicts, prostitutes, and thugs at the bottom of society continued to live well enough, doing nothing but dragging this city deeper into darkness and corruption.
He hated it all.
He hated this government, he hated the politicians who spoke nothing but lies, and he hated the incompetents who had made this city filthy.
But most of all, he hated himself.
He hated that he had done nothing, he hated that he had once believed in Rain, he hated that he hadn’t been more resolute back then, and he hated that he hadn’t stopped any of this from happening.
If only he had seen the reality sooner, if only he had acted sooner, then...
Then Keisha might not have died.
Carter took a deep breath, but it felt as if his lungs were filled with poison; each breath was agonizing.
His anger churned in his chest like an unquenchable flame, consuming all his reason.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the city, his gaze cold and sharp, like a blade drawn from its sheath.
This place was already terminally ill, and when a patient is beyond cure, the only choice left is to—
Completely uproot the tumor.
The night wind was biting as it blew against Carter's face, yet it did nothing to cool the burning rage within him.
He walked briskly down the damp and cold street, his steps heavy, fists clenched tightly, his expression dark like a furious beast closing in on its prey with an uncontrollable killing intent.
Rain—the politician full of lies, the man who had given Keisha hope only to let her die in the dark corners of this city.
It was him who made the underprivileged believe in a brighter future; it was him who led a kind woman like Keisha to gamble her faith; it was him who dragged Carter into this political game, making him think he could truly change something.
But now?
Everything was just a scam, a meticulously crafted farce.
Carter finally understood that the corruption of this city was not a coincidence, but an inevitability—because those who manipulated it were never there to save it; they were only calculating profits and power, while the "pitiful people" at the bottom were merely insignificant pawns on the chessboard.
Keisha was one of them.
Her blood stained the filthy streets of this city, but what about the one who should truly be held accountable?
Rain was still in the high-rise, raising a glass in celebration, still laughing and saying, "We did it," still preparing to fulfill his meticulously planned political deception.
The more Carter thought about it, the more his anger surged within him, and his legs moved faster. In the end, he nearly ran toward the Campaign Headquarters.
He needed to find Rain and ask him directly—
"Was Keisha's death worth it?"
"How many souls did you deceive for this victory?"
"Are you even human?"
He had to find him; he needed Rain to give him an answer—otherwise, he would tear apart the most hypocritical mask of this city with his own hands, exposing its dirtiest truths!
Bang!
The heavy wooden door was pushed open violently, crashing against the wall with a deafening sound.
Several staff members inside the Campaign Headquarters looked up in shock at the entrance, where Carter stood furiously, his eyes bloodshot like a demon risen from hell.
The office was brightly lit, yet his figure appeared particularly dark, like a storm about to sweep everything away.
"Carter?"
Someone whispered his name, but no one dared to approach.
They had never seen this side of Carter. Usually silent and reserved, executing orders like an emotionless machine, now his face was filled with rage and murderous intent, as if he could tear everything apart at any moment.
He did not slow down, charging directly toward the office, each step seeming to crush the ground beneath him, shaking the entire building.
At the end of the corridor, in front of the familiar office door, two security guards instinctively stood up. However, Carter showed no hesitation; he lifted his leg and forcefully kicked the door open—
"Bang!"
The heavy wooden door crashed inward, slamming against the wall and causing the decorations on the bookshelf to tremble.
Inside the room, Rain and his secretary were sitting at the desk, quietly discussing something. But at the moment the door was kicked open, they turned in shock to look at the entrance.
Rain's brow furrowed, and his smile froze instantly. He had never seen Carter display such an expression; there was not a shred of reason in those deep-set eyes—only burning fury that seemed ready to consume everything in that room.
"Carter, what the hell is going on?" The secretary's tone was harsh. Although he tried to appear calm, Carter's sudden intrusion clearly caught him off guard.
"What the hell is going on?" Carter repeated in a low voice. Then he stepped forward a few paces, slamming his hands down on Rain's desk with such force that it made the entire table shudder slightly.
"Keisha is dead."
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