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    The doctor replied, “She’s out of immediate danger, but she has suffered major blood loss and needs time to regain her strength.”


    The reassurance was a smallfort, but Ethan worried that Gracie would still want to kill herself after she woke up.


    Ethan and Neville carefully wheeled Gracie into her hospital room. Seeing her lying in the hospital bed, so pale and fragile, Ethan frowned.


    For any other employee, he would simply notify their family toe stay with them and let the relevant department take care of the rest.


    But Gracie had no family in Vand. There was nobody to look after her but him. Left with no other choice, Ethan stayed at her side, settling quietly into the chair by her bed.


    Minutes ticked by before Gracie finally stirred awake.


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    Seeing that, Neville quickly excused himself to fetch a doctor.


    The instant Gracie’s eyesnded on Ethan’s familiar face, herposure shattered. Tears streamed down her face. “Why did you bother saving me? Why couldn’t you just let me die? What’s the point of living like this?”


    Swallowing his own irritation, Ethan forced himself to remain calm. “If something’s wrong, we can talk it out. Don’t act impulsively. Doing something like this has real, serious consequences.”


    To Gracie, Ethan’s words sounded cold, more like a scolding than any kind offort.


    “Ethan, do you still think I’m being dramatic?” she said. “You really don’t believe me, do you? It had to be Brenna who leaked that photo. I know I can’t prove it, but she’s the only person I’ve ever had an issue with at work. She must think I am trying to steal you from her.”


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    Ethan didn’t waver, his expression frosty. “I’ve already told you, she’s not like that. The tech team traced the original post. It came from the ny-ninth floor, not from Brenna.”


    “That can’t be the case!” Gracie shouted at Ethan, frantic. “You’re wrong!”


    At that moment, a doctor hurried in, eyes shing with annoyance at Ethan. “She needs rest. This is not the time for an argument. Why did you provoke her?”


    Ethan nced at the doctor, who was aplete stranger to him.


    The doctor shot Ethan a quick, assessing look, sensing his authoritative presence. “Sir, I’ll need you to step outside for a moment. I have a few questions for the patient.”


    Without a word, Ethan slipped out into the hallway. Pulling out his phone, he spotted a message from Brenna:


    “I heard Gracie attempted suicide. Is it true?”


    Ethan didn’t hesitate. He dialed her number right away.


    His tone stayed steady, though there was a chill in his eyes that eased just a little when Brenna answered the call.


    He said, “Gracie indeed tried to take her life, but she’s out of danger now. The doctor is inside her hospital room, asking her some questions.”


    Picking up on his bad mood, Brenna gently reassured him, “Don’t carry this weight, Ethan. You’re not to me for this.”


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