In the heavy silence of Adam's estate, Adam sat rigidly in his study while his personal doctor worked over him with practiced, clinical hands.
The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the unspoken tension of a man who had reached his breaking point.
Following the chaotic press conference the day before, Adam hadn't found a single moment to properly tend to his own physical well-being.
He had been thrust immediately into a series of high-level strategic meetings, working tirelessly to develop a contingency plan that would finally pin Kai into a corner.
By the time they had finished the grueling planning sessions, it was already late into the next day. Up until this point, he had only managed a crude bit of self-administered first aid to keep the bleeding at bay.
It was only now, on Sunday evening, that he was finally allowing the doctor to check the wound properly.
