In the VIP ward, Bradleyy on a big bed, his head wrapped in white bandages,


    his face deathly pale, and his eyes tightly shut.


    "Brad?" Cameron rushed over without hesitation.


    When she was about three feet from the bed, Cameron slowed down, her steps


    growing lighter as she quietly approached.


    The whole Saunders family had been in the room, but when they saw Cameron


    arrive, they all quietly and knowingly slipped out.


    Only Damian, who was there as the doctor, stayed behind.


    Cameron sat at Bradley''s bedside. His right hand had an IV drip, so she carefully


    took his left hand in hers.


    Cameron asked softly, "How''s Brad doing?"


    "Cam," Damian reassured her, one hand in hisb coat pocket, "Brad was lucky-


    he only suffered a head injury. Even though he''s still unconscious, he''s out of


    danger now. He should wake up by this evening, so try not to worry too much."


    Cameron pressed her lips together. She casually ced her fingers on Bradley''s


    wrist to check his pulse. After a long moment, the furrow in


    her brow finally rxed.


    Cameron pulled her hand back and turned to Damian. "How did Brad get into a


    car ident?"


    Bradley''s a skilled driver, and there were hardly any cars on the road at that hour.


    It just doesn''t add up.


    carace doesn onpart


    Damian said, "ording to the surveince footage from early this morning, that


    truck had been parked there since midnight, lying in wait. As soon as it spotted


    Brad''s car, it gunned it and mmed right into him, then took off."


    Cameron frowned at his words.


    Damian continued, "The police found the truck about 18 miles from the scene.


    Both the license te and the truck itself had been scrapped. The police have


    preliminarily ssified the case as murder, but they don''t have any leads on the


    suspect yet."


    Damian told Cameron everything without holding back. For one thing, he already


    considered Cameron part of the Saunders family. For another, she seemed to be


    holding it together.


    Upon hearing what Damian said, Cameron''s frown deepened. "Has Brad offended


    anyone recently?" she asked.


    Damian let out a sigh. "Brad''s work as awyer has inevitably hurt a lot of


    people''s interests, but with the Saunders family behind him, nothing''s ever


    happened all these years.


    "This time, we really don''t know who would have the guts to try and kill him."


    Someone was clearly out to kill Bradley. Thankfully, his car was well-built, and


    Bradley reacted fast-plus, luck was on his side he only ended up with a head


    injury.


    Cameron just frowned, saying nothing. Just then, her phone buzzed. Right now,


    she really didn''t feel like checking her messages.


    About half an hourter, Cameron finally fished out her phone and checked her


    messages. When she saw the message, Cameron''s grip on the phone


    suddenly tightened.


    [Cameron, I''ll make you taste what it''s like to lose the one you love most.]


    19.35 wed, o Aug


    ''What the hell? It''s me. The person ising after me. But instead, he targeted


    Bradley. Who could it be?'' Cameron wondered anxiously


    Cameron''s life was as simple as it gets-just going back and forth between work


    and home.


    Yet this person said he would make Cameron taste what it was like to lose the


    one she loved most, too.


    ''When did I ever offend him?'' Cameron thought.


    There was no way to trace the sender. Cameron had no idea where to even start.


    She decided to send a reply. [Sorry, but you''re going to be disappointed.]


    The response came almost instantly. [Oh, he''s still alive?]


    Cameron blinked in surprise. She hadn''t expected the


    sender to actually reply.


    Cameron stood up at once and turned to Damian. "Damian, could you look after


    Brad for me? There''s something I need to take care of."


    AD