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    As she listened, Harlee took several steps toward him.


    “Coulson, have you ever considered that from the start, you were merely a pawn in someone else’s game?”


    Coulson wasn’t as useless as he thought. His colleagues and supervisors at the National Aerospace Agency didn’t actually despise him as much as he believed. Under N’s maniption, he had slowly sunk into depression, eventually starting to deny his own worth.


    Coulson’s smile stiffened as he processed her words.


    “What do you mean?”


    For him, the years since his tenure at the National Aerospace Agency had been filled with profound darkness. Given another chance, he would choose not to work there at all.


    Even at the cost of his life, Coulson believed that if he could have avoided disappointing his grandfather—the person who loved him more than anyone else—his sacrifices would have been worth it.


    Harlee looked at him and said, “From the moment you joined the National Aerospace Agency, you became a pawn in N’s game.”


    “What do you mean?” Coulson asked, his face clouded with confusion. Seeing his bewilderment, Harlee couldn’t help but sigh. She pulled out her phone, disying the information Robbie hadpiled.


    “You’ve been manipted.”


    Coulson stared nkly at the information on her phone. Gradually, fury began to build in his eyes, only to fade into a profound emptiness, draining the life from his gaze. There had been no ridicule from his colleagues or leaders. He wasn’t the useless fool he feared he had be. There was no story of the “golden child” who fell and waspletely broken. There was only deceit. N had tricked him with false illusions.


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    The mockery and shame Coulson thought he’d endured over the years were nothing but fabrications, orchestrated by N through hallucinogens. He had remained on his original path—the “golden child” in the eyes of others. He had thrived during his internship at the National Aerospace Agency, secured an early promotion, and even led an experiment.


    As Coulson processed N’s maniptions, his mind spiraled in chaos. Before he could grasp the fleeting fragments of the truth he’d just pieced together, his mind went nk. He copsed, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.


    Coulson hit the floor hard, bleeding from several injuries. His face was covered in blood, and the sight was horrifying.


    Harlee’s eyes widened in shock, fixating on his trembling hands.


    “Shit! N administered ten times the usual dose!”


    With a bloodied smile, Coulson looked up at Harlee, his face showing a look of relief.


    “Harlee, hallucinogens or not, I never intended to harm you. Please, don’t think less of me, okay?”


    With those words, he closed his eyes, resigned and without regret. His heart knew he hadn’t truly turned evil. That was enough.


    Franco, who had been standing by at the edge of the rooftop, dashed over when he heard themotion.


    “Harlee, are you alright?” Harlee remained motionless, her gaze vacant.


    “Is there any chance he can be saved?” she asked, her voice trembling.


    Franco knelt down to assess Coulson’s breathing, his face growing serious.


    “It’s possible, but the odds are slim.”


    Harlee’s lips quivered as she swiftly knelt beside him, administering basic first aid to Coulson.


    “I won’t give up, even if there’s just a sliver of hope!” she said, her voice filled with determination.


    “Get in touch with Goodwin right away and have him prepare for surgery. After the surgery, send Coulson straight to Alex!” Harlee knew that if Coulson stayed here, N would stop at nothing to destroy him.


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