Chapter 19
Cain mysia
The emergency ward of New York General Hospital buzzed with a low, unrelenting hum. Nurses darted through narrow corridors, pushing stretchers and calling for supplies. Monitors beeped steadily, tracking fragile lifelines as the sterile air vibrated with urgency and dread.
Cain Mysia stood near the reception, his usually calm expression darkened with restrained fury. The call from the hospital had been brief but harrowing. His younger brother, Caleb, had been in a car crash—with passengers. Female passengers. Critical condition.
Raised voices jolted Cain from his thoughts. He turned sharply, eyes narrowing as three figures rushed in through the double doors.
"Where is Kassia?" a woman's voice rang out, frantic. "And my Chicago—where is my baby?!"
It was Caesarea, Kassia's mother, breathless and panic-stricken. Christy clutched her arm, tears streaking her cheeks. Behind them, William hovered, trying to offer what little support he could.
Cain stepped forward immediately. "Mrs. Caesarea?"
Her tear-filled eyes locked onto his. "Where are they? Where is my daughter?"
Cain's tone softened, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "They're here. Both Kassia and Chicago. The doctors are working on them now."
"Are they alive?" Caesarea's voice cracked, barely holding it together.
Cain hesitated for a heartbeat. It was enough.
Christy let out a sob and collapsed into William's chest.
"The doctors are hopeful about Kassia," Cain said carefully. "But... Chicago's condition is very critical."
Caesarea gasped, her body shaking as she stumbled. Cain instinctively reached out to steady her.
"No... no, not my baby girl," she whispered, crumpling under the weight of her anguish.
Before Cain could respond, Charity appeared by his side, her expression pale and uneasy. "Mrs. Caesarea, please... try to calm down."
"Calm down?" Caesarea spun on her. "My daughters are in there fighting for their lives, and you're telling me to calm down?"
She stepped toward Charity, her voice rising. "Who the hell even are you people?"
Charity took a deep breath. "My son... was driving. He was taking Kassia to work."
Caesarea's face twisted in disbelief, then rage. "Your son?" Her voice trembled with fury. "Your son put my daughters in that car?!"
"Yes," Charity said quietly. "He was trying to help—"
"You call this help?" Caesarea snapped. "He's the reason my baby girl might not survive! You should be ashamed!"
Cain stepped in, trying to de-escalate. "Mrs. Caesarea, yelling won't—"
"Don't tell me what to do!" she shouted, pointing at him. "You people—your brother—did this. You will be paying every cent of their medical bills! Since you're the reason they're even here!"
Charity tried to reach for Caesarea again, but Cain held her back. "Don't," he murmured.
At that moment, a nurse appeared. "The doctor will speak with you now," she said, voice hushed.
The group followed her down the hallway. Each step felt heavier than the last. Cain walked behind them, jaw tight, rage simmering just below the surface.
At the far end stood Dr. Kevin, his expression composed but solemn. "Mrs. Caesarea," he began, "Kassia has been stabilized. She's unconscious, but responding to treatment. We're watching her closely."
"And Chicago?" Caesarea asked, voice barely audible.
Dr. Kevin's shoulders dropped slightly. "She sustained internal bleeding and severe head trauma. She's being prepped for emergency surgery. It's going to be a long night, but she's fighting."
The silence that followed was stifling.
Cain stared ahead, fists clenched. Images of Chicago, laughing at his office just weeks ago, teasing him about his stiff demeanor, flashed in his mind. She'd once spilled juice on his designer loafers and giggled like it was nothing. Now she might not survive the night.
"I want updates every hour," he said to Dr. Kevin. "No delays."
"Of course, sir."
Caesarea broke down again, her legs giving out. Christy pulled her into her arms as they sank to the hallway floor. William stood by silently, his jaw locked, eyes glassy with helplessness.
Cain stepped away and moved to the window, pulling out his phone. He called Mike—his trusted tech and intelligence man.
"Mike, I need street camera footage from Hudson Street. My brother's accident. Pull everything—traffic cams, building security, dash cams—everything. I want a report yesterday."
"On it, boss," Mike replied.
Cain ended the call. His mind was already working. This wasn't just a car accident. He could feel it in his gut—something wasn't right.
Charity approached him quietly, tapping his shoulder. "Your father just called. He's flying back. He'll be here soon."
Cain gave a slight nod but didn't take his eyes off the window.
Charity hesitated. "Cain... what do you think caused the crash?"
Before he could answer, a uniformed officer approached them. "Mr. Mysia?"
"Yes," Cain turned, his voice calm but ice-cold.
"We're still investigating the accident. From what we've gathered so far, your brother may have swerved to avoid something, but we can't confirm until we speak to him."
"When will he be conscious?"
"In a few hours," the officer replied. "Once we hear from him, we'll know more."
"I want updates," Cain said flatly. "And I want to know who did this. Because if this wasn't an accident... someone is going to pay."
The officer nodded and walked away.
Cain turned back to the window, fists still clenched.
No one messed with the Mysia family and walked away untouched.
And whoever caused this chaos, whoever endangered his brother—and nearly killed two innocent girls—was about to find out just how ruthless Cain Mysia could be.
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