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    “Go. I need rest.”


    Phillips swallowed his words, bowing his head.


    “Yes, sir. Rest well.”


    He turned and quietly shut the door behind him.


    As thetch clicked, a faintugh slipped from Eric’s lips.


    Phillips didn’t understand—because he didn’t truly know Hadley. She saved him simply because he was family, because he was Joy’s father.


    Even if he had been a stranger, she would never have left him behind.


    Because, at her core, Hadley was kind.


    Only in the past few years had Erice to see this clearly.


    Back then, all he saw was her temper—her sharp words, her headstrong ways. He hadn’t seen the tenderness, the depth beneath it all.


    So no—Hadley hadn’t saved him because her heart still belonged to him…


    Eric closed his eyes, a heavy weariness settling over him. He had lost her—the Hadley who once loved him with a heart that burned for him alone.


    Now, all he wished was for her and Joy to remain safe. Anything beyond that… he didn’t dare to dream.


    When Hadley finally stirred, the nurse at her bedside straightened.


    “Miss Pearson, you’re awake?”


    Turning to another nurse, she called, “Quick—inform Mr. Scott that Miss Pearson is awake!”


    Mr. Scott? The name tugged at Hadley’s foggy thoughts. Eric.


    Stretching her stiff arms, she sat up.


    “Where is Mr. Scott? He came in with me, didn’t he?”


    Her memories after seeing Phillips were hazy from exhaustion.


    “Yes,” the nurse replied warmly.


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    “You were brought in first. Mr. Scott went straight into surgery. He’s next door now, recovering.”


    Surgery?


    Hadley’s eyes widened. How long had she been asleep?


    She tossed the nket aside and slipped on her shoes.


    “Miss Pearson, where are you going?”


    “To the next room,” Hadley answered briskly, already heading for the door.


    “But, Miss Pearson, Mr. Scott asked us to tell him the moment you woke. He said he’de to you.”


    What nonsense.


    A spark of irritation red in her chest.


    She was fine—yet he, injured and fresh from surgery, was supposed toe to her?


    Eric’s instructions?


    Utter nonsense.


    “Don’t listen to him!” she called over her shoulder as she stepped out.


    “Miss Pearson, but—”


    “Don’t stop me! Even Mr. Scott himself listens to me. What I say goes…” she tossed back as she stormed out.


    “Hadley?” A familiar voice called her name.


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