?Chapter 1386:
“Understood!” Franco immediately called Goodwin to coordinate the necessary preparations and then summoned Cillian to assemble a team to discreetly secure the area around the surgery.
Meanwhile, Harlee found herself alone, seated on a bench atop the rooftop.
Harlee sat alone on a rooftop bench, her eyes reflecting a deep void, as if the world around her had disappeared. Her hand, feeling numb and distant, gripped her vibrating phone.
The screen showed eighteen missed calls from Rhys, three from Robbie, two from Patrick, and others from Belinda and Jose.
As Harlee watched the relentless notifications light up her screen, fatigue and a growing sense of responsibility weighed heavily on her. She considered turning off the phone to stop the buzzing but hesitated, not wanting to cause unnecessary worry. In the end, she opted to text them, saying, “I need some time alone. I’lle backter.”
Once the message was sent, Harlee ced her phone on the hard drive Coulson had left on the bench, no longer paying it any mind. She leaned back, tilting her head to the sky, thoughts swirling like scenes from a movie, revisiting her moments with Coulson. She remembered when he had sincerely said, “Miss Sanderson, I’m eager to learn from you.”
After she wrote the rmendation letter for him, he had said gratefully, “Miss Sanderson, thanks for the rmendation letter. I promise I won’t disappoint you!”
Tears rimmed Harlee’s eyes. One hand rested limply on the bench, while the other held two nes, staring at them in silence. She had never actually thrown away the lock ne.
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Gradually, she drifted back into a sea of old memories.
“Is joining the National Aerospace Agency truly what you want?” Harlee had asked Coulson with a smile.
“Aren’t you Laurence’s favorite grandson? Wouldn’t he prefer you to take over the family business?”
“No,” Coulson had responded, a confident smile lighting up his face.
“My grandpa has always encouraged me to pursue my passions. He even helped me discover my dream of designing helicopter systems. So, joining the National Aerospace Agency would make him proud of me!” At that time, his face had been filled with hope, his eyes burning with the fire of unfulfilled dreams.
Suddenly, Harlee’s thoughts snapped back from the pleasant memories. She couldn’t help but think of Coulson’s face, once so vibrant and hopeful, now bloodied and broken.
Harlee’s eyes widened in horror as the brutal reality of Coulson’s battered face shattered the gentle flow of her memories. A wave of sickness overtook her, and she leaned over the bench, vomiting uncontrobly. Her stomach emptied, and the bitter stench filled the air. The world around her began to spin, and her legs weakened. She copsed to the floor, leaning against the bench for support.
A strange noise broke through the chaos, as if trying to anchor her back to reality. Yet, Harlee didn’t react.
When Rhys burst onto the rooftop, he found Harlee copsed on the floor, her eyes vacant, and the surroundings marked by vomit. She looked frail, as if the slightest breeze could carry her away. Distress twisted Rhys’s face as he rushed to her side, pained by her evident suffering.
Patrick followed closely, surveying the area before instructing the rest of the team.
“Stay alert and watch our surroundings. Make sure no further troubles arise!” With N still unounted for, they remained vignt for any unexpected disruptions. The team responded in unison, “Yes!”
Rhys knelt beside Harlee, using his sleeve to gently wipe the vomit from her mouth. She remained silent, yielding to the touch of his hand on her face. He then helped her onto the bench, brushing her hair back from her face with careful fingers. Herplexion was ghostly pale.
Rhys’s heart tightened. He looked down at her, feeling as if his heart had been struck. His greatest fear hade to pass. Harlee was once again trapped in a cycle of self-me, struggling to break free from the shadows of guilt. She had only just begun to recover, and now…
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