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    But doing nothing meant waiting… and waiting could get them all killed.


    Lance and Luca looked like they wanted to argue more—but deep down, they knew she was right.


    After a beat, they both gave reluctant nods. The n was on.


    The moment news reached Amon that William had been injured, his instincts screamed danger, and he booked a flight abroad that very night.


    Yet the escape never happened. At the airport, members of the Carter family stood alongside the police, a already waiting. The instant Amon crossed into the terminal, they closed in on him.


    Since no evidence directly linked Amon to the attack, Luca’s authority only allowed for temporary detention.


    Amon hardly looked rattled. With a cocky grin, he cast a nce at Ste standing behind Luca. “Ms. Russell, still digging into those buried truths? Shame you’ve chosen his side. My lips are sealed.”


    Ste held herposure, refusing to answer, while Luca’s team escorted Amon away in cuffs.


    Once Amon was locked up, Ste began visiting William during the short hours she was permitted each day.<fn3b9a> Official source is FindN()vel</fn3b9a>


    Each day, she suited up in sterile clothing, settled beside William’s bed, and wrapped her fingers around his hand that never seemed to warm.


    She spoke in a low voice, sharing pieces of the world he was missing, her hopes for tomorrow, and emotions she had never dared to confess aloud.


    “William, please wake up. We’re still searching for proof, and you can’t leave the work all to me. You need to get up and see it with your own eyes. I miss you terribly… Is this your way of punishing me because I didn’t agree sooner?”


    Though she could not know if he truly heard, she clung to the belief that some part of him felt her presence.


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    No reaction came, not a flicker, until the fading light of sunset spilled through the ICU window and brushed his ashen face. At that moment, William’s finger stirred almost imperceptibly.


    Ste gasped and tightened her grip, stunned by the small miracle.


    She froze, breath caught in her chest, her eyes locked on his face. “William? If you can hear me, prove it. Just move your finger once more!”


    But Williamy still, no response meeting her plea.


    The ache in her chest grew heavy, and sorrow welled in her eyes until they blurred.


    “William, open your eyes! If you wake up now, I’ll agree. We’ll finally be together. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? Can you hear me?”


    Still, William gave no sign of waking. The sting of disappointment rose, and Ste’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears.


    “Why won’t youe back to me? Do you even know how much I’ve missed you while you’ve been lying here? You were the one who started this—why won’t you finish it now?”


    Ste pressed her hand gently against William’s arm, coaxing, urging, yet his body stayed still.


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