Meanwhile, downstairs.
Xavier was wearing a serious expression as he sat across Zeke in the vast living room.
"So, the wedding will still be on even after what just happened?" Xavier asked as he looked intently at Zeke.
Zeke elegantly twirled the wine glass in his hand as he mumbled, not bothering to look at Xavier. "You think anyone would be able to change Alex's mind?"
"I don't know what's going on anymore," he shook his head in disbelief before he shot a disapproving gaze at Zeke.
"I think you should be honest with him, Zeke. No one can save Abigail from dying. Her disease isn't something anyone can cure, not even you. And is he serious? He's actually okay with you using her as a guinea pig for experiments?" he blabbered on but Zeke remained silent. "Alex is too optimistic. Even if the surgery is successful, her body will not last long. She will still die, sooner or later."
