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    The chief physician nced at Ferris. Seeing no objection, he answered her question. “Our rmendation is to begin with conservative treatment. The clot isn’trge yet, and if we can keep it under control, the risk stays lower than surgery.”


    “We’ll need weekly follow-ups to monitor the progress. If the condition doesn’t improve, we’ll move to surgical intervention.”


    After exining, the chief physician looked at both of them. “What do you think?”


    Ferris nced at Hadley. Neither of them had an answer.


    The chief physician added, “You may want to take some time to discuss it. Or better yet, wait for Mr. Scott to wake up and hear his opinion.”<fn9faf> Latest content published on F?ndNovel</fn9faf>


    A decision like this couldn’t be made without Eric.


    No matter the treatment n, his cooperation—and consent—would be necessary.


    Ferris stood. “Then we’ll wait. Let him decide.”


    “No need to wait…”


    A voice came from the doorway. Eric stepped inside, with Phillips beside him.


    Hadley stood up abruptly. “You’re awake?”


    “Yeah.” Eric nodded. He had regained consciousness shortly after being moved to the hospital room.


    “How do you feel? Does your head still hurt?” Hadley’s brows furrowed, her eyes fixed on his face, watching him closely.


    Right now, he didn’t look much different from usual.


    Eric shook his head slowly, pausing to assess himself. “Nothing feels off… not really.”


    But he knew he had cked out.


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    Just before copsing, the pain in his head had been sharp—blinding. And the next thing he knew, he woke up in a hospital bed.


    He overheard fragments of what the doctor had said earlier from outside his office.


    ncing at the scans, it hadn’t taken much to piece it together. His eyes shifted to Ferris. His mouth curved slightly.


    “Gifford, huh? Look what he’s done to me.”


    Ferris shut his eyes. He didn’t answer.


    Eric let out a quietugh, then closed his own eyes for a moment. His throat tightened. He swallowed hard.


    He wasn’t someone who lingered on self-pity—but right now, it was hard to stop the wave of helplessness that crept in.


    His life could even pass for a great tragedy film.


    From the beginning, nothing had ever gone smoothly.


    His mother lost her mind. His father cast him aside. And when he finally broke away from the Scott family, he ended up with the human traffickers and suffered for years.


    Things only started to improve when he joined the Flynn family. But every step he took was for someone else. Never for himself.


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