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    Right then, a nurse walked in. Upon seeing Rachel awake, she let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, good! You’re awake.”


    Rachel immediately reached for the nurse’s arm, her voice urgent. “Where’s Jeffrey Marsh?”


    The nurse blinked, looking puzzled. “Jeffrey Marsh? I have no idea who you’re talking about.”


    “Then how did I end up here?” Rachel pressed.


    Before the nurse could answer, the door opened, and Ronald stepped inside. “I brought you here.”


    Rachel turned to him and clutched his sleeve. “Where’s my brother? How is he?” The moment she asked, her throat tightened, and she fell silent. She wasn’t sure she was ready for the answer, even though she needed to know.


    She was terrified, truly terrified. But she couldn’t run from this.


    “Don’t worry. He’s out of danger.” Ronald’s words felt almost unreal to Rachel. She had watched Jeffrey fall from that towering bridge with her own eyes. Beneath it was a dark, endless river that seemed to swallow everything. How could he have survived?


    Her eyes turned red as she gripped Ronald’s arm tightly. “Tell me the truth. I mean it, if you’re just trying to make me feel better, don’t. I don’t wantforting words—I need to know exactly what happened.”


    Ronald sighed. No matter what he said, she probably wouldn’t believe him. So, there was only one way to convince her. “Come with me, please.”


    Momentster, they stopped in front of a hospital room. Ronald gestured toward the door. “He’s in there.”


    Rachel didn’t hesitate. She shoved the door open and ran inside.


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    The sight of Jeffrey resting on the bed, breathing normally, made her knees weak with relief.


    Thank God. He was really here—alive.


    “Now do you believe me?”


    “Thank you.”


    “There’s something else… Mr. White—” Ronald began, but Rachel interrupted sharply. “I don’t care about anything else right now. Jeffrey is the only one that matters to me.”


    Still unwilling to back down, he insisted, “But Mr. White was badly injured when he fell from the bridge. Don’t you…?”


    Rachel’s expression didn’t change. “Oh? Is that so?”


    “Don’t you even want to check on him?”


    “I’m not the one he wants to see. Go find Tracy. Maybe she’ll magically heal him with her presence.”


    Ronald opened his mouth to argue, but one look at Rachel’s face told him it would be pointless. She wasn’t in the mood to listen.


    Letting out a slow breath, he shook his head and turned to leave. Honestly, he also believed Brian had no one to me but himself. If he were in Rachel’s position, he’d probably feel the same way.


    Still, as he walked away, he couldn’t help but feel that exining this to Brianter was going to be anything but easy.


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