"Lucas," Mila called out, hope flickering instantly in her eyes. "Thank God you are here. Dominic is injured. He is bleeding badly. We need to take him to the hospital right now. Help me."
But Lucas remained standing near the entrance, staring at them silently. He didn't move.
Mila's expression stiffened. "What are you doing?" Irritation slipped into her trembling voice. "Come help me take him out of here."
Instead of stepping forward, Lucas slowly raised his gun toward them.
Mila's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "Lucas? Have you lost your mind? You are pointing a gun at us? Dominic is your friend, your boss."
Lucas still said nothing. His face remained unreadable.
"Dominic…" Mila shook him slightly in panic. "Look at him. He is trying to kill us."
Dominic slowly lifted his head. The moment his eyes landed on Lucas, a faint smile curled on his pale lips.
"You don't have to do this," he said hoarsely.
