Chapter 135. The Ghost’s Gift

They walked out into the quiet hallway, the silence feeling strange after the excitement.

When they sat down on the plush leather chairs of the VIP lounge, Myla suddenly broke into laughter.

It started as a small giggle, then turned into a full, racking laugh that brought tears to her eyes.

Hayden huffed out a laugh and dragged a hand down his face. “I genuinely thought we were about to hear he was in critical condition.”

“He was in critical condition, alright,” Beck said, chuckling. “Critical levels of stubborn. He woke up in the ambulance and started giving them hell.”

That made Myla laugh again.

Then, slowly, the laughter faded.

Beck looked at Myla, his eyes turning soft and concerned. "How are you really feeling, Myla? You watched a