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    Maia stood frozen in ce, disbelief rippling through her as she began to doubt her own hearing.


    Still unsettled, her gaze shifted to the nurse, searching her face for rity. Nothing about the words made sense, and she could not grasp why the nurse would speak of such a thing.


    After all, Chris was the Cooper family’s illegitimate child — someone they had pushed aside and discarded long ago. He barely held a respectable job now. How could he possibly be someone others whispered about as one of the so-called “influential figures”?


    The nurse seemed to catch the confusion written inly across Maia’s face. She nced around cautiously, then lowered her voice and leaned closer, her eyes alive with barely contained curiosity.


    “Wait, Dr. Watson. You really have no idea?” she blurted out. “A whole group of people just arrived.”


    As she spoke, the nurse lifted her hands, her gestures growing broader, her tone turning dramatic. “They were all wearing those expensive, custom-fitted suits — the kind that practically announces wealth. Their presence alone made people uneasy. They walked right up to the hospital room door, and then, without saying a single word…”


    The nurse paused, drawing in a breath, excitement flooding her voice as she continued. “Every one of them dropped to one knee in front of the patient.”


    “Dropped to one knee?” Maia’s brows pulled together instinctively.


    “Yes. Like knights bowing before an emperor.” The nurse grew so animated that color rushed to her face. “It was unbelievable — so dramatic, like a scene straight out of a high-stakes thriller. People passing by were stunned. Everyone started whispering that the patient had to be someone incredibly important.”


    “Incredibly important?” The words slipped from Maia’s lips in a daze.


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    They sounded foreign to her ears, utterly ipatible with the Chris she knew.


    “Of course,” the nurse continued casually. “Most of the injured today were guests from the charity event — every one of them either wealthy or well-connected. I’ve seen plenty of high-society typese through here in a single night. But for people like that to kneel before a patient… doesn’t that mean his status stands above all of theirs?”


    Maia fell into silence. Her head dipped as her eyes locked onto the transfer form clenched in her hand.


    The signature at the bottom was unfamiliar, offering her no reassurance. Yet the patient information was unmistakable, clearly spelling out the name Chris Cooper. The handwriting appeared steady and deliberate, the pen strokes pressed firmly into the paper.


    For a moment, confusion swelled inside her. She could not reconcile the gentle, almost fragile Chris she remembered with the powerful “influential figure” the nurse described — a man capable ofmanding such reverence. This had to be a mistake.


    Wait a second. Maia’s expression hardened abruptly, a chill shing through her eyes.


    Could this transfer form be fake? Had Kolton’s people forged it, using it as part of some carefully staged scheme to take Chris away?


    Who had actually taken Chris?


    Just then, a set of hurried yet controlled footsteps echoed from the far end of the corridor.


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