More days had passed, and Zethan still hadn't woken up. With each passing day, it was as if Lilia grew colder. No matter how often she asked Lena about his health, Lena's answer was always the same:
"He's doing pretty well. You don't have to worry."
Yet the more Lilia heard those words, the more distant and hollow they began to feel. She had blinked away her thoughts countless times, struggling to accept what had happened.
Her hope was getting thinner as the days went by, while her fear grew thicker by the second.
"Mrs. Lilia," a voice said, snapping her out of her thoughts once more, "the stock value of the company has dropped by 50%. Partnering with us could help. We're not just interested in profits; our collaboration could bring significant development to this country."
There was a moment of silence.
Lilia, her hair neatly packed up, wore a dark blue suit skirt and shirt with black heels. Sitting at the head of the meeting table among the CEOs, she finally spoke:
