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    “Sure,” Hadley replied, standing still as the bustling hospital lobby grew even more chaotic.


    “Quick! Stop her! Don’t let her get away!”


    Before she could make sense of it, a woman came sprinting straight toward her—and crashed right into her arms!


    Hadley’s hand shot up instinctively, attempting to brace the woman stumbling toward her.


    But the force was too much—she couldn’t steady the woman, and they both crashed to the floor in a tangle.


    Hadley bore the brunt of the fall, cushioning the woman’s descent while taking a painful hit herself.


    “I’m so sorry!” The woman scrambled to her feet, flustered. Hadley, wincing, waved off the apology, too breathless to respond before Brady rushed back to her side.


    With effortless strength, Brady hoisted the woman upright, his eyes darting to Hadley with concern. “Are you hurt?” he asked, voice tight with worry.


    “I’m fine.” Hadley reassured him, brushing herself off. She nced at her palm—scraped raw, speckled with tiny beads of blood that stung fiercely.


    Brady’s temper red as he turned on the woman. “Watch your step next time!” His voice crackled with frustration.


    Hadley’s health was fragile—she couldn’t afford injuries like this.


    “Ah!” The woman shrank back, arms raised as if to ward off Brady’s anger, trembling as she stammered, “I’m so sorry.”


    “How good is an apology?” Brady snapped, his protective instincts in overdrive. “If my sister’s hurt because of you—”


    “Enough!” Hadley cut in, noticing the woman’s fear. She shook her head at Brady. “It’s just a scratch, nothing serious.”


    A crowd began to gather, their murmurs buzzing like static.


    “Let me go!” The woman tugged against Brady’s grip, panic shing in her eyes.


    “You think you can just walk away after this?” Brady held firm, unconvinced.


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    Hadley’s brow furrowed—she sensed the crowd wasn’t just curious. Those people were likely after the woman. “Brady, release her.” She urged softly.


    “What?” Brady blinked, caught off guard.


    “Now!” Hadley insisted, aware the pursuers were closing in.


    “Alright.” Brady released his grip with a reluctant sigh.


    The woman hesitated, her gaze flickering to Hadley with a fleeting, grateful smile. “Thank you,” she said before slipping away, vanishing into the sea of faces.


    “Where did she go?”


    “She ran this way, I’m sure of it!”


    “Fan out—find her!”


    The shouts of the pursuers echoed as Hadley watched the woman’s escape, silently wishing her luck.


    They wereplete strangers, and Hadley had no clue what danger the woman was running from.


    Yet the woman’s desperate flight stirred memories of Hadley’s own struggle in the years ago.


    “Hadley,” Brady said, snapping her back to the present as he gently took her wrist. “You’re bleeding too much. We need to see a doctor now.”


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