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Bryana sighed, glanced at the bodyguards who came with her and also Lauren, who seemed to be asleep in their seats. "You also sleep in the room," she cried.

Dean nodded with a softening look. "Of course. Let\'s move."

Bryana also walked towards the available room on the private jet, but when she arrived at the door, she stumbled and almost fell if Dean did not immediately support her body.

"Honey!" Dean looked panicked while supporting Bryana\'s body.

Louis who sat in the chair near the door flew and immediately approached Dean. "Dean. What\'s wrong?"

"She seems tired. please ask the crew to make a warm drink for her," Dean shouted, then carried Bryana\'s body into the room and laid her on the bed where Calvin and Sofia were sleeping.

When laying down, Bryana came back to her senses and immediately started crying. Dean sat on the edge of the bed and hugged her.

"You must be patient, honey. Trust me, everything will be fine."

"I\'m afraid if dad ...." Bryana couldn\'t continue her words anymore because her crying was getting uncontrollable. "Why does bad luck always befall us? I\'m so tired, I feel God is unfair to me!"

"Don\'t say that, because all of this is a trial." Dean let go of his hand and wiped Bryan\'s tears. "Never blame God. Because God also gives happiness to us."

Bryana nodded slowly and held her dizzy head. "I\'m so dizzy ...."

"Get some rest, I\'ll get a hot drink to you," Dean shouted as he laid Bryana down. he immediately walked towards the door and coincidentally a crew in charge of providing whatever food needs on the plane, came with a tray containing a glass of tea and two slices of bread with unspread peanut jam.

Dean immediately took the tea and bread, then brought it to Bryana while. He looked at his wife who looked pale in fear. While on the plane, they couldn\'t rest in peace because their thoughts replayed at the unknown state of their father.

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London

At the hospital, Monica and Raymond approached Stefan who was in a coma, then transferred to a special ward with lots of medical equipment attached to the middle-aged man\'s body to survive.

Raymond sat in the chair just to the right of the hospital bed where Stefmvan lay. He was silent staring at the gloaming face of his father who looked so peaceful with his eyes closed. Only the sound of a heart rate monitor echoed in the white room.

"Dad...you must stay alive and return to health. Please don\'t leave before I make you happy, give grandchildren, even see Jill\'s child who will soon be born," Raymond said with his head down holding Stevan\'s hand.

Monica who had been on the sofa which was about five meters from the hospital bed walked over to Raymond.

"I got news from Jakarta, Bryana and Dean are on their way to London," said Monica while holding Raymond\'s shoulder.

"Bryana will be very depressed even though she was heavily pregnant," said Raymond.

"Then we have to strengthen it. You\'d better eat, I\'ve bought food for you," Monica exclaimed, glancing at the table near the sofa where several types of London specialties had been bought from the hospital cafeteria.

"I\'m not hungry."

"Don\'t lie. Since you came home from work you haven\'t eaten, it\'s impossible not to be hungry." Monica tried to pull Raymond out of the chair.

"I have no appetite." Raymond was still faithfully sitting on the silver chair he was sitting on.

"Alright then. if you\'re sick, then you can\'t even pay attention to dad again!" Monica walked back to the sofa and let Raymond who thought she was angry.

Raymond sighed and let go of his hand on his father\'s hand, then walked over to Monica. he immediately ate although not very appetizing because he didn\'t want to get sick and make things worse.

Check...

a man with a handsome body with a fairly handsome face has a thin beard and wears a Bodyguard uniform in the form of black pants and a white shirt top with a black vest. He approached Raymond who was eating.

"Good evening, sir," said the man.

"Brandon, did you get any important information?" Raymond asked the man named Brandon.

"Yes, sir. There\'s some kind of clear gel all over Mr. Stevan\'s bathroom floor," Brandon replied with a straight look.

Raymond suddenly stopped his eating activities and looked at Brandon with his brow furrowed. "Don\'t you think it wasn\'t the shampoo or conditioner that spilled out of the bathroom?" he asked seriously.

"No, sir. all the shampoo, conditioner, and liquid soap in the bathroom had color, and none of them spilled. Someone accidentally spilled the clear gel on the floor," said Brandon.

"How come? Aren\'t you guys always keeping safe at home? how come an intruder came in, even entered dad\'s room, and spilled the gel in the bathroom?" Raymond kept asking in surprise because in his house there were about 20 bodyguards who were always on guard.

"There is one of the Bodyguards who betrayed, sir. He has been running away since the incident earlier. I no longer saw him and I found the same kind of gel in his room," explains Brandon.

Instantly Raymond rolled his eyes, his hands clenched and his jaw clenched. "Who? Who dares to betray?" he asked furiously.

"Honey, watch your anger," said Monica, who had been sitting beside Raymond and listening to the conversation. She held her husband\'s arm, so as not to move, slam anything in front of him because of emotion.

"One of our bodyguards named Kenzie is the culprit. I think someone gave him the money to do something to harm Mr. Stevan," Brandon said.

"Do you think this was the work of that person?" Raymond asked furiously.

Monica was silent not understanding who Raymond meant by "that person". but she chose to remain silent because her husband was still angry.

"I don\'t know for sure, but we from the Bodyguard team are working with the police to investigate, sir," answered Brandon who was still standing in front of Raymond across from the table.

"If he truly is the culprit, I won\'t hesitate to kill him with my own hands! He\'s already snatched my mother, then tried to snatch my father, I can\'t stay silent with all his madness!" said Raymond indignantly, occasionally glancing at his unconscious father.