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    Their healing would stille, just at a slower pace.


    Maia noticed that Hurst’s concern was sincere. Even without the therapeutic meals, the doctors’ care and the nurses’ attention should allow the two children to leave the hospital within two weeks.


    Due to the therapeutic meals Chris carefully prepared, Maia regained her strength at a remarkable pace. Almost all signs of her injuries had faded, though her right hand sometimes betrayed her with an odd tremor.


    Maia knew without doubt that the tendons and bones had taken the worst of the damage. That punch shended on Tyrant carried every bit of force she had, and she never foresaw the cost it would bring to her hand.


    With Lenny’s arrival in Wront, she resolved to keep the injury hidden from him. She refused to let him shoulder needless worry or alter his training schedule on her ount.


    Finding a way to silence the tremor had now turned into a challenge Maia needed to face at once.


    At that moment, Maia lingered in the corridor of the hospital. Her fingers tightened and released in rhythm, as if willing her hand to remember its proper strength.


    From behind, Chris’ deep voice reached her ears.


    With a faint smile, Maia turned to face him. “Chris, you don’t need to be concerned. I’m doing much better now.”


    Calmness lingered in her voice, and her features carried a quiet grace, even as she kept her right hand carefully out of sight.


    In Chris’ gaze rested a tangle of emotions, tooyered to be named.


    All of a sudden, Maia spoke again, her words gentle and her expression bright like the morning sun. “There’s somewhere I’d like to visit.”


    Hope flickered in her clear eyes as she added, “Chris, would you take me to see the slums?”


    “Sure,” Chris answered without the slightest pause, though the request stirred a thread of confusion in him.


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    There was no chance he would allow his wife to go there by herself.


    Choosing not to question her, he said gently, “No matter the ce, I’ll stay by your side.”


    At his words, Maia’s lips lifted, her tone carrying warmth. “Thank you, Chris.”


    Once she had exined everything to Ethan, Maia walked alongside Chris toward the payment counter to finalize her release from the hospital. Before reaching it, Chris halted abruptly, his attention locked on a television mounted high on the wall.


    Wondering what had caught his eye, Maia looked up as well and noticed the midday broadcast flickering on the screen.


    The image showed Vince in prison attire, his face drained of color as guards led him into the courtroom.


    While the reporter spoke, bold text scrolled across the bottom: “Vince Ward was sentenced to twenty years in prison for murder and endangering public safety.”


    From a short distance away, someone whispered in shock, “Murder? My goodness. Vince Ward has another case tied to him. Do the rich think taking lives is some kind of pastime?”


    “Thatwyer Rnd Cullen really pulled off a feat. Only twenty years, but still, Vince’s life is ruined. By the time he’s out, he’ll be nearly fifty.”


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