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    Just then, a rapid session of knocks echoed in Ethan’s office.


    “Mr. Mitchell!” Sonia’s voice trembled. “Mr. Mitchell, Gracie has shed her wrist, trying tomit suicide.”


    Proper etiquette kept Sonia from barging in, so she raised her voice from outside, urgency clear in every word.


    Ethan heard her clearly and rushed out. “What did you say just happened?” Disbelief colored his question.


    “Miss Wilson is unconscious. She tried tomit suicide by shing her wrist,” Sonia exined, gesturing urgently toward Steven’s office as she led Ethan there.


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    Neville and Rex also arrived after hearing the news.


    Once at Gracie’s office, a chilling sight met them—a pool of blood stained the floor.


    Ethan immediately checked for Gracie’s pulse. “She’s still breathing! We have to get her to the hospital, now!”


    As he reached out to pick Gracie up, the thought of Brenna shed through his mind. Pulling back, he instructed, “Neville, you carry her.” Without hesitation, Neville obeyed.


    A tense voice in the crowd asked, “Is she going to die from blood loss?”


    “Probably not,” came one uncertain reply.


    “Nobody really knows,” another whispered.


    While they waited anxiously for the elevator, the director of the IT department arrived on the scene, his eyes widening at the sight of Gracie unconscious, the wound already crusted with dried blood.


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    Without wasting time, he gave Ethan his report. “Thatpromising photo of Gracie was sent from a temporary ount—no phone number, and the ount was deleted. We have no way to trace the sender.”


    Ethan’s expression darkened. “At least tell me if you know which floor it was sent from.”


    “The ount activity was traced to this floor. Beyond that, we’ve got nothing.” The nearby employees exchanged nces after hearing that.


    They wondered about the consequences for the culprit, knowing that at least dismissal was certain.


    Cold authority colored Ethan’s words. “Keep digging. If you can’t handle something this simple, I’ll have to question your ability. Failure will affect your year-end bonus.”


    A flicker of panic crossed the director’s face. “Understood. I’ll get on it right away!”


    Ethan apanied Gracie to the hospital, waiting anxiously outside the emergency room with Neville.


    Roughly half an hour passed before the doors opened and Gracie was wheeled out.


    Gracie’s face was pale, a blood transfusion bag hanging above her bed. She hadn’t regained consciousness.


    Ethan’s anxiety eased a little when he saw that she was still alive. “Doctor, how is she?”


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