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    Maybe this was for the best. Maybe he’d give up now. Maybe they would go back to being strangers.


    Meanwhile, just a few feet away, a dark figure lurked in the shadows.


    Marc stood hidden behind the hospital room door, his face twisted in the gloom.


    He hadn’t slept all night—had stayed with Ste in the room, trailing behind her like a shadow. The second she stepped out, he followed.


    But when he heard William’s voice, he froze, listening to every word. “There’s zero chance we’ll ever get back together.” That single sentence pierced straight through his chest. Yet, strangely… her cold rejection of William sparked something savage inside him—madness, obsession, possessiveness—all rolled into one.


    His fists clenched at his sides. He bit down on his lip so hard he tasted blood.


    His eyes burned with feral determination. “Ste,” he hissed under his breath, “you’re not getting away from me. You’re mine. I don’t care if you’re the Carter family heiress—I’ll still make you my wife.”


    A chilling n began to form in his mind, its roots digging in deep.


    If he couldn’t win her heart… then he’d take her by force. Reputation, public pressure, family expectations—he’d use every tool at his disposal.


    And if fate happened to bless him with a child in her belly? Marc’s lips curled into a slow, twisted smile. That would be perfect.


    The days that followed blurred into a relentless rush. Ste found herself shuttling back and forth between the research institute and the hospital, barely pausing to breathe.


    At the institute, a new project had reached its most critical stage. The data showed troubling fluctuations, keeping the entire team on edge. Nights bled into days as they chased stability in their experiments, each team member burning through their strength.


    Ste, already pale, now looked utterly drained.


    Sandra, Elbert, and some other team members were concerned about how much she was pushing herself.


    “Ste, you haven’t slept properly in days,” Elbert said, his voiceced with worry. He nced at the report in his hand, then looked back at her drawn face. “Why don’t you take a day off and rest? You’re going to copse at this rate.”


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    She shook her head. “It’s fine. Once we get through this phase, I’ll have time to rest. I can hold on until then.”


    Her colleagues exchanged uneasy looks.


    Ste’s workaholic habits were nothing new, but seeing her push herself this far unsettled them.<fnf80a> This content belongs to </fnf80a>


    Meanwhile, at the hospital, Truett’s condition remained fragile after a round of high-risk treatment. Though temporarily stable, he lingered in a state of constant uncertainty, needing round-the-clock care.


    At first, Ste tried to bnce both worlds—spending long hours at the institute and stopping by the hospital whenever she could. But as the pressure mounted, her visits grew shorter, sometimes only enough to check on him before rushing back to herb.


    Jazlyn, who had briefly helped, soon excused herself on ount of her own health and stopped showing up.


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