"She's a sick, ruthless murderer who uses chemicals and viruses as weapons," Austin thought. He approached Rhea, grabbed her wrist to take her pulse. Surprised, she struggled, yelling, "Get your hand off me!"

Her resistance was relentless, preventing Austin from concentrating. Just then, Mike burst in, holding Rhea down. "Stay still!"

"Mike?" Rhea chuckled coldly. "I knew you were here, you spineless piece of shit! You lack the courage to defy the organization, so you cling to Lily's husband for protection. If your son finds out what a pathetic loser you are, I bet he'd rather be dead!"

Mike's outrage flared. He could tolerate insults, but not the cursing of his son. "What did you say?!"

Before Rhea could answer, Mike seized her neck. Instead of restraining her, his intent was to kill her. "Die, you bitch! You're the one who should be dead!" Rhea gasped for air, her eyes rolling back.

Stunned, Austin stopped checking her pulse and tried to pull Mike away. "Calm down! You can't kill her!"

Alexander entered, strode over, and pried Mike's hands from Rhea's neck. "Move aside!" he commanded, then delivered a sharp chop to the back of Rhea's neck. Mike stumbled away as Rhea slumped unconscious.

"Take her pulse now," Alexander instructed.

Austin composed himself and checked Rhea's pulse.

"She deserves to die!" Mike sobbed, tears streaming down his face. The release of his pent-up frustration left him drained.

Alexander comforted him with a hand on his shoulder.

After a moment, Austin released Rhea's wrist and looked at the other two. Alexander waited expectantly.

"She's not lying," Austin stated. "There is indeed a virus inside her."

Mike's gaze darted between Austin and Alexander. "So we were…"