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    “What?” He jolted upright without warning, sending the tubes connected to his body trembling violently. The monitor reacted at once, heart rate numbers surging as a shrill rm rang out in rapid session.


    Beep. Beep. Beep.


    None of it registered with Dominic. He locked his gaze onto Cade, eyes stretched wide and bursting with disbelief.


    “Are you telling me the truth? Was it really… Maia?” He flung the covers aside and shifted forward, already intent on leaving the bed despite the chaos around him. “Help me up — I have to see her. Right now!”


    “General, please try to stay calm. Your body is still weak, and you have not fully recovered. We will find Dr. Watson immediately, so please do not strain yourself.”


    Seeing Dominic struggle to get out of bed despite his fragile state, the soldiers panicked at once. They hurried to his side, trying to support him while gently talking him down, afraid that his heightened emotions might cause him to copse again.


    To them, he was not just a superior officer. He was their hero — the person they all looked up to. If something were to happen to Dominic, none of them would ever forgive themselves.


    Still, Dominic paid them no attention. Though his vision was hazy, his gaze carried a fierce urgency and a longing he had never experienced before.


    “Do not try to stop me!” He seized the arm of the soldier closest to him and forced himself upright through sheer will. His legs shook violently, yet he kept his spine straight and refused to bend.


    “She is my biological granddaughter, and I have spent more than twenty years searching for her. How do you expect me to stay calm?” His voice trembled as emotion clogged his throat. “Hurry. Take me to her. Take me to see Maia!”


    Uneasy looks passed between the soldiers as they studied him, their expressions caught somewhere between sympathy and quiet resignation. No one dared restrain him by force.


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    With no other choice, they moved carefully, holding him steady and honoring his insistence as they guided him toward the exit.


    Before they could reach the door, someone in a white coat rushed in and blocked their path.


    Carsen had arrived after hearing the disturbance.


    “Sir, what do you think you are doing? This is extremely dangerous!” His eyes immediately caught the blood seeping from Dominic’s arm where the needle had been pulled free, and his expression hardened. “Your condition is unstable. Your blood pressure has not settled, and you need to remain in the observation room for continued treatment. You are putting your life at serious risk.”


    Carsen did not know who Dominic truly was. Judging only by the worn uniform and the soldiers’ reactions, he had assumed Dominic was a veteran. To a doctor, rank meant nothing — patients were patients.


    Turning his head, Carsen addressed the nurse beside him without hesitation. “Prepare a fresh IV set and reinsert the needle immediately.”


    “I am finished with treatment.” Dominic dismissed the order with a wave of his hand, and despite his weakened state, hismanding presence surged unmistakably. “I have to see my granddaughter. I have to see Maia.”


    The name stopped Carsen mid-step.


    He turned back, a deeper frown forming as he studied the elderly man who was clearly overwhelmed with emotion. “Are you saying you are Maia’s grandfather?”


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