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    Christina wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep, but when she finally opened her eyes, she found herself locked in Dn’s deep gaze.


    They stared at each other for a while, the silence unbroken. Eventually, Christina broke it, asking, “What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”


    She quickly reached up to wipe the corner of her mouth, thinking she might have drooled, but her mouth was dry, and there was nothing there.


    “No,” Dn replied, his voice awkward. He looked away, having been caught staring at Christina. He tried to brush it off, keeping a straight face.


    “Then why were you staring at me?” she asked, confused.


    “I was just hungry and waiting for you to wake up. I thought you could help me grab something to eat,” he lied casually. He was hungry, yes, but he hadn’t meant to ask her for help.


    “Alright. I don’t trust anyone else to do it anyway. And I’d rather not order takeout,” Christina said, yawning as she stretched.


    “Just get something from the hospital canteen. Don’t leave the premises. It could be risky. And take someone with you,” Dn advised.


    Christina nodded. “Okay. What do you feel like eating?”


    “Anything you pick is fine,” he replied.


    “You just had surgery. Better to keep it light. What do you think?” Christina asked.


    “Fine by me,” Dn agreed. “What about you? What do you want?”


    “Some spaghetti and meatballs, perhaps,” she said with a smile.


    “Okay. Be careful,” Dn replied gently.


    “Don’t worry. I’ve got someone with me. And we’re still in the hospital. With all the protection around you, I doubt anyone would dare make a move,” Christina reassured him. After all, quite a few assassins had met their end at Dn’s hands, and another had fallen at hers. With such a track record and tight security, it was unlikely anyone would risk it.


    “Still, be careful,” Dn repeated. If he weren’t injured, he would have gone with her himself.


    “Got it!” Christina said with a grin before walking out of the room. Two well-trained bodyguards followed her at a discreet distance.


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    As Christina stepped out of the elevator into the inpatient wing, she unexpectedly ran into someone she had no desire to see. She tried to turn away and blend into the crowd, but Liza spotted her immediately.


    “Christina!” Liza called out, surprise in her voice. “It’s really you!”


    “Mrs. Jones,” Christina replied coolly, her tone distant.


    Liza flinched at the coldness. “Christina, I know I was wrong before. Please forgive me. I’m still your mother…” She reached out to take Christina’s hand, but Christina stepped back.


    “Thest time I was at the Jones family estate, I made it clear we no longer have any ties,” Christina said firmly.


    “Christina, I know you still hold a grudge against me and your father. But we raised you. How can you be so cold-hearted?” Liza said, eyes filled with mock hurt.


    Christina almostughed. The nerve of her. “Cold-hearted? Who made me this way?”


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