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    Convinced that Coulson would never intentionally harm her, Harlee realized that he could still be manipted by N.


    Coulson perched on the bench, his gaze lost in the direction where Harlee had flung the lock ne, overwhelmed by a peculiar sense of shame. He had never truly harmed Harlee, yet he had contemted drastic actions to recapture her attention.


    Regarding Coulson’s coboration with N, amid the growing pressures from his family and the scorn from colleagues and superiors, N had emerged as a savior. She promised to help him preserve his “golden child” image and protect the Agur family’s honor, even vowing to make Harlee seek him out willingly. In apse of judgment, Coulson had consented.


    However, Coulson hadn’t entirely forsaken his values. Deep down, he clung to the principles Harlee had instilled in him and his own moral upbringing. When he discovered N’s true intentions to ruin Harleepletely, he was ovee with a breakdown, unable to reconcile his actions with his conscience.


    Still, he hadn’t fullye to his senses until the incident involving Lonnie and Sk. It was then that he came to the painful realization of how terribly wrong he had been. His reason ultimately overpowered his emotions, and he decided to risk his life to gather information on N and give it to Harlee, offering it as his final apology.


    Raising his eyes, Coulson found Harlee standing before him, her expression filled with sheer disappointment. That look terrified him. He rushed to rify, “I never intended to hurt you. I’m here to make things right!”


    His anxiety was palpable. Facing what he feared could be his final moments, he dreaded the thought of his most esteemed mentor viewing him with profound disapproval.


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    Harlee remained motionless, though her phone vibrated repeatedly inside her pocket. She held off on checking it, waiting for the right moment.


    Meanwhile, Coulson frantically retrieved a hard drive from his pocket, saying, “I wasn’t sure what you needed, so I copied everything avable.”


    Harlee stood still, watching in silence, not making a single move.


    Coulson stood there, resembling a child caught in a misdeed, his actions uncertain. He attempted several times to hand over the hard drive, his hand pausing mid-air before withdrawing.


    Harlee observed him, her face etched with aplex mix of emotions. She found herself unsure of how to confront him anymore. Her hesitation grew as she wondered whether the hard drive he held might actually be a bomb.


    Withdrawing her phone from her pocket, Harlee checked the message disyed. A single nce widened her eyes in astonishment. She turned to Coulson, her face filled with disbelief. Coulson had been diagnosed with severe depression.


    Harlee had assumed Coulson might have sought N’s help as he navigated the uncharted territory of his emotions, but she hadn’t anticipated that his actions were driven by severe depression. She understood the struggles of adjusting from a high to a low point but hadn’t realized N had orchestrated the entire scenario.


    Coulson ced the hard drive on the bench and slowly walked toward the edge of the rooftop, his gaze fixed on the brightly shining stars. A glimmer of joy sparked in his typically somber eyes. His face broke into a smile, a sense of relief washing over him as he spread his arms wide. Turning to Harlee, his smile was as radiant as when they first met.


    “Harlee, I truly never intended to cause you harm, though I admit my actions brought you pain,” Coulson said earnestly.


    “N is meticulous. In the two years we’ve known each other, she always initiated ourmunications.”


    Harlee remained silent, watching him. His demeanor suggested this might be a final goodbye, prompting her to send urgent messages to Franco to prepare.


    “But she still trusts me, so I gathered what I could on this hard drive. I’m not sure how much it will aid you, but at least it might offer you deeper insight into her schemes,” Coulson continued.


    “N’s n is straightforward. In addition to killing everyone around you, she intends to capture you and, each day, cut off a piece of your flesh to feed to dogs until the day you die!”


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