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    Suddenly, Eric sat up from the hospital bed!


    In a sudden fit, he vomited.


    The nurse hurriedly grabbed a trash can to catch it, pressing the emergency button at the same time. “Doctor, please, we need assistance!”


    But Eric wasn’t truly awake. After the bout, he slumped back like a puppet with cut strings.


    The door burst open again, and the doctor rushed in.


    Hadley couldn’t hear a word due to the soundproof ss. She watched the doctor’s lips move, the nurse nodding in response, reaching for medicine and injecting it into Eric’s line.


    Moments passed. The storm seemed to subside. The doctor finally exited the room.


    “Doctor!” Hadley called out, her lips trembling.


    The doctor turned to her, looking at her, then at the two bodyguards, unsure of her connection to the Scott family. He stated matter-of-factly, “Since the toxins haven’t been flushed out yet, vomiting is the body’s natural detox response.”


    “But…” Ferris’ words echoed in Hadley’s mind—Eric’s life was still hanging by a thread.


    “Will he be okay?” Her voice quivered, betraying her emotions. The doctor’s expression grew heavy. “We can’t say yet. It depends on how fast the poison clears from his system.”


    “I see.” A wave of disbelief washed over Hadley, her throat constricted, refusing to let her speak.


    She managed a strained “Thank you.”


    “We’ll do our best,” the doctor replied gently, before walking away.


    Hadley’s eyes remained fixed on the ss; then she turned to the bodyguard, asking, “Can I see him? Please?”


    The two bodyguards shared a brief look before nodding. “Alright, you can go in.”


    After all, her hands were bound. Even if they weren’t, what could a girl do in such a situation?


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    They were keeping an eye on her.


    The ropes around Hadley’s torso were so tight, she struggled just to stay upright.


    The bodyguard held the door open, and Hadley stepped in cautiously,ing to a stop beside the bed.


    Her gaze dropped as she stood in silence, her eyes fixed on him.


    After what felt like an eternity, she whispered his name, “Eric,” her voice barely audible.


    He remained unresponsive, silent and unmoving.


    Hadley’s eyes fluttered closed, and slowly, tears slid from the corners. She blinked rapidly, fighting the tears, but they refused to be held back. “Heh.” A bitter smile touched her lips. “What’s this supposed to mean? Some grand sacrifice? You think I’ll be moved? That I’ll thank you?” Every sentence hung in the air, heavy with usation and burning questions.


    Her breaths came quick and shallow, her eyes reddened as tears streamed down, yet her smile gleamed brighter through the sorrow.


    She let out a low, bitter chuckle. “You’re really unbelievable. You shut me out for years, showing no care at all, and now you’re ready to throw your life away!”


    The memory of the still haunted Hadley. Eric hade dangerously close to abandoning her to death!


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