?Chapter 1170:


    Crying wouldn’t change anything now. Only vengeance would honor his memory.


    Beyond the morgue doors, the hallway was packed with silent figures, each one cloaked in anonymity behind a mask. The quiet pressed in from all sides, thick with sorrow.


    “Listen, I can’t do this alone.” Raegan lifted her head and addressed the room, her voice gentle but firm. “I need your strength to make sure justice is served for our fallen friend.”


    Every person present raised a fist to their chest, then struck twice in perfect sync. “We await yourmand, ma’am!”


    These masked figures had dropped everything to stand at her side the moment they heard the news. Behind every mask was a different story, but right now they stood united, ready to be Raegan’s sword and shield.


    Taking a deep breath, Raegan nodded and returned their salute, her own fist thumping against her heart.


    Her words cut through the silence. “Here’s what I need. First, make sure no word of Austen’s death reaches the outside world. Second, get your hands on invitations to the Cooper Group charity event. Last, follow my lead—we’re going to draw the killer out, and our target is Maia Watson.”


    Meanwhile, inside Elysium Apartments, sunlight spilled in and painted Chris’ face gold, wrapping the room in a gentle afternoon glow.


    Blinking away the remnants of sleep, Chris reached for his phone to check the time.


    It was 12:30 p.m.


    He shot up, realizing he’d slept through the morning. With a groan, Chris scrambled out of bed, slipped on his slippers, and wandered into the main room.


    Maia’s bedroom door was still shut, but the dining table immediately caught his eye.


    Homemade dishes filled every te, and a neatly folded note sat beside them. “Chris, I made breakfast for you. Don’t forget to warm it up before you eat.” Maia’s signature flowed across the bottom in her familiar handwriting.


    He let out a soft sigh, knowing Maia was already long gone. As Chris pulled out a chair, another note tucked beneath the first caught his attention.


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    He unfolded it and read, “Rest up today—don’t leave the house. I’ll be home by eight.”


    Reading her message, Chris couldn’t help but smile, warmth settling in his chest.


    Across town, Maia was already stepping into the hospital. Following Carsen’s instructions, she was entering new territory today—her first time as the lead surgical assistant. The role came with far greater demands, almost as if she were standing in the surgeon’s shoes herself.


    Steeling her nerves, Maia drew in a calming breath and quickened her pace, heading straight for the operating room. Gaining hands-on experience was her only shot at helping Chris reim a normal life. Once she could do that for him, she’d stop pushing him away.


    Inside Erygan Hospital, Jarrod stood at the bedside of Richard and Sandra, the charity g invitation clutched tightly in his hand.


    He nced at his unconscious parents, his voice hardening. “Dad, Mom, I promise you—I’ll take Maia down at the g. This time, I’ll get justice for both of you.”


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