Tony slowly withdrew his finger from the silver needle, his brows tightening slightly as he sensed the complete collapse of internal vitality. The faint trace of life energy he had injected moments ago scattered like dust inside the fragile body.
"How is my sister, Moni?" Jane White immediately stepped forward and asked in a trembling tone.
Tony did not answer immediately. He stood still, staring at the pale girl lying on the table. His silence stretched long enough to make the air suffocating.
"The truth is… she is beyond saving."
Finally, he spoke… And the words fell like a sledge hammer.
Jane froze in shock.
Her eyes widened, her lips trembling as if trying to form words that refused to come out. For a moment, even her breathing stopped.
"No… chance?" she asked in a faint, broken voice.
Tony did not respond. His gaze remained fixed on Moni White, but his mind was no longer in the room.
Inside, several calculations were running at terrifying speed.
