Chapitre 230
Julie's POV
Carlos entered the room with quiet steps, having changed out of his blood-stained clothes. He asked in a hushed, expectant tone, "Julie, is he okay?"
I turned to him, a smile blooming on my face despite the tears. "Come here... he's starting to wake up."
"That's good," Carlos replied, relief washing over his features.
At that moment, Robert's eyelids began to flutter with a heavy effort, as if he were battling a massive weight just to open them. A faint, muffled groan escaped him from the lingering effects of the anesthesia.
His fingers twitched over the bedsheets, searching randomly for something before his eyes finally drifted open.
His gaze was blurred and hazy at first, his pupils roaming the room slowly as he tried to orient himself. He blinked several times, trying to dispel the fog. With every blink, his consciousness returned piece by piece, until his tired eyes finally settled on my face.
