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    Recovering quickly, rage overtook him, and he lunged forward.


    “You dare strike me?” His voice was cold with fury. “Now you’ll really see what I’m capable of…”


    The echo of the second crash reverberated through the room as Rachel, driven by sheer desperation, struck Charlie again with the vase. This time, the force was so great that the vase shattered into countless pieces, its fragments scattering across the floor.


    Charlie slumped onto the bed, his body limp and unresponsive.


    Rachel’s heart pounded furiously in her chest, her emotions a tumultuous mix of fear and adrenaline. She hesitated for a moment before cautiously pushing him, but he showed no signs of consciousness.


    With trembling hands, she checked his breathing. Relief washed over her when she detected the shallow rise and fall of his chest. She took a deep breath,posed herself, and straightened her attire before calling the police.


    The police arrived quickly at the scene. Despite her lingering fear that she might have inadvertently caused serious harm, Rachel maintained herposure as she recounted the events to the officers.


    At the police station, Rachel’s statement was taken with due diligence. Afterward, the police informed her that Charlie was still unconscious and in critical condition, meaning she was required to remain until further notice.


    Rachel’s voice trembled as she asked, “What if he doesn’t wake up, or worse, ends up in a permanent vegetative state? Could I go to prison for this?” The fear in her voice was palpable, and it resonated with the pain she was enduring, both physically and emotionally. The thought of spending the rest of her time in prison terrified her more than anything.


    The officer looked at her with a mix of concern and professionalism. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. If he recovers and there are no serious injuries, the situation will be different.”


    “Thank you,” Rachel managed to say, nodding slightly. “May I contact awyer now?”


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    “Absolutely, you should,” the officer replied.


    Eric was the firstwyer who came to mind—her most trusted advisor and capable of securing her freedom. Yet, considering his close ties with Brian, she hesitated, uncertain if invoking his help mightplicate things further. Instead, she dialed Sabrina, who answered with a weary voice, “Hello!”


    Feeling a sudden pang of guilt for disturbing Sabrina, Rachel tried to steady her voice. “Hi, Sabrina. I’m sorry to call sote.”


    With sharp instincts, Sabrina immediately sensed something was wrong. “Is everything okay? Your voice sounds a bit strained.”


    Rachel didn’t hold back this time. “Yes, something has happened. I’m currently at the police station. If it’s not too much trouble, could youe over?” Her voice was earnest, seeking assistance in a moment of true need.


    “Of course. Which station are you at? I’ll be there as soon as possible,” Sabrina responded instantly, her voice firm and reassuring, already gathering her things to leave.


    When Sabrina arrived just twenty minutester, Rachel felt a wave of relief mixed with gratitude. “Sabrina, thank you foring so quickly, especially at this hour.”


    “There’s no need for formalities. Whenever you need me, I’m here,” Sabrina reassured her, her tone warm.


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