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    The scene of Briley rushing to her aid and her faint voice echoed in Sadie’s mind.


    The question nagged at her: Why would Briley save her?


    Soon, the car arrived at the hospital.


    Sadie hurried towards the emergency department.


    The ominous glow of the red light outside the emergency room set a somber tone.


    She paused at the door, her feelings aplex web.


    Two hourster, the doors swung open and a doctor in a white coat emerged, looking weary.


    He took off his mask, and seeing Sadie by the door, he let out a heavy sigh. “Ms. Hudson, we’ve done everything we could for Miss Wall. She’s stable for now.”


    He paused, his expression grave.


    “However, the wound was deep, and vital organs were affected. Even though the rescue was timely, she’s likely to suffer serious long-term effects. She’ll need extensive…”


    “Rest and ongoing care are essential, and frankly, her recovery looks challenging.” The doctor’s words were a hard truth to ept.


    Sadie nodded, her expression unreadable.


    “Thank you. Please transfer her to a private room and ensure she has a skilled caregiver at all times. Wall Group will cover all costs.”


    Briley’s actions, regardless of her reasons, had been to protect her, and Sadie felt both a rational and emotional obligation to support her.


    The doctor acknowledged her instructions and went to make the necessary arrangements.


    Just then, Samuel, having dealt with the chaos at the hotel, arrived.


    His face was serious as he approached.


    “Ms. Hudson,” he began.


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    Sadie faced him.


    “What have you found?”


    Samuel spoke in a low tone. “The assassin isn’t talking, but we’ve made some progress. We found a significant deposit into his bank ount just days before today’s incident. The funds came from one of Coyle’s men, someone known for managing his dirty work. It looks like Coyle was behind this.”


    This revtion didn’t surprise Sadie.


    A cold glint appeared in her eyes, and her lips twisted slightly in disdain. Coyle, even in his weakened state, continued his schemes, stooping to hire a hitman.


    Such a despicable man!


    At this point, any sympathy Sadie might have had for Coyle evaporated.


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