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    Christopher stared, dumbfounded.


    He had seen Rhys in countless episodes, his madness unchecked, his strength unrelenting.


    But this—this was different.


    However, before Christopher could process the change, Tonya moved closer to assess Rhys. The moment she did, the fragile calm shattered.


    Rhys erupted with violent force, kicking Christopher away and wing at Harlee’s arms, raking her skin into raw wounds.


    In the end, they were forced to secure Rhys to a chair.


    Throughout the chaos, Rhys red at Harlee with a murderous fury that promised death without a moment’s hesitation.


    Kneeling before Rhys, Harlee worked silently, tending to his wounds.


    Tonya, however, grabbed Harlee’s hands and insisted on tending to her injuries first.


    Her tone was sharp.


    “Have you lost your mind? I warned you Rhys can’t recognize anyone when he has a seizure! Why throw yourself at him? What? His body matters, but yours doesn’t?”


    Despite her words, Tonya’s hands moved carefully, wrapping Harlee’s wounds with the utmost gentleness.


    “I’m alright,” Harlee replied softly, a faint smile crossing her lips.


    Christopher, still kneeling, let out a bitterugh.


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    “Now you see why Mr. Green instructed, during lucid moments, to have himself tied up. The first time he lost control, none of us knew what we were dealing with. We rushed in blindly, thinking we could bring him back.


    But…” His voice broke.


    “One man died, and three others were left maimed.


    After that, Mr. Green locked himself in the vi’s underground chamber. I was the only one he trusted to keep watch.”


    “When did his first episode happen?” Harlee asked, her voice barely audible.


    Christopher hesitated, his eyes flicking to Rhys, who snarled like a wounded animal, his face twisted in pain.


    “After we dealt with Anika and Eugenia in Asmain, he came back from the bungee jumping site… That’s when it began.”


    Harlee’s chest tightened. She hadn’t realized how far back Rhys’ torment had begun—or how closely it was tied to her.


    Harlee’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears.


    Tonya noticed Harlee’s tears and exchanged a nce with Christopher, who immediately stood up and positioned himself to shield Harlee’s view of Rhys.


    “Harlee, would you mind stepping out for a moment? I need to assist Mr. Green with changing,” Christopher said calmly.


    Harlee remained silent, her gaze hollow.


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