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Just like thest time Jean had been kidnapped, all the clues in this case had been wiped outpletely–no leads, no trails, just dead ends.
Whoever was pulling the strings stayed hidden in the shadows, treating them like marites ont a stage. Then, once the show was over, they vanished without a trace. The way they operated; clean, efficient, and ruthless. This meant one thing–they were powerful, and dangerously good at staying invisible.
Jean furrowed her brows slightly. One question had been nagging at her. <i>The </i><i>people </i>behind this attempt on Dominic’s life… are <i>they </i><i>the </i>same ones who abducted me <i>and </i><i>dragged </i><i>me </i>to <i>that </i>estate<i>? </i>
Their methods were strikingly simr. But without concrete evidence, she couldn’t say for sure.
Seeing that Ludwig was out of danger, Jean straightened up and made her way to the other side. of the makeshift hospital area and toward the operating room where Dominic was being treated.
He was in much worse shape. The doctors had been working on him for a while now and still hadn’te out.
Across from the entrance, Sienna sat quietly, eyes downcast and her face pale, lookingpletely drained.
Carl stood beside her like some statue that was stoic, still, and cold. His features were sharp, his gaze distant as he stared out the window, lost in thought.
They sat and stood in silence. Though physically close, it was like each of them was sealed in their own world. Not a nce, not a word passed between them.
Jean found <b>an </b>empty seat and settled down. She wasn’t in the mood to break the weird atmosphere either, so she kept her mouth shut and simply turned her eyes to the curtain–covered operating room entrance, silently waiting.
Calling it an “operating room” was a bit generous. It was really no better than the room Ludwig had been in, just a curtain separating it from the rest of the space.
Even from where she sat, Jean could hear the sound of surgical tools clinking together.
No one knew how long had passed when light footsteps echoed through the corridor. A secondter, the curtain was pulled back, and a masked doctor stepped out.
Sienna’s eyes flew open as she quickly got to her feet.
Carl noticed, but his face remained cold and unreadable. He barely lifted his gaze, giving the doctor a fleeting nce.
“How is he?” Sienna rushed to the doctor, her voice tight with anxiety.
“He’s going to be okay,” the doctor said, his brow rxing in relief. “Honestly, he was extremely
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As he spoke, his eyes drifted
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ily toward Jean, a hint of intrigue <b>shing </b>in his gaze. Then he curled his lips into a half–smile and added, “And it’s all thanks to Lady Ginger.”
Sienna froze for a second, then realized who he meant–her daughter. She turned toward Jean with confusion in her eyes, blinking as she tried to process what she’d just heard.
“Mr. Dominic’s leg was crushed during the crash,” the doctor continued. “It was close; another minute or two and he might have lost itpletely.”
He nodded as he spoke, a clear look of admiration on his face. “But this youngdy arrived in time and performed the correct emergency treatment. It’s because of her that his leg was saved. The surgery was tough, but thanks to her quick thinking, it wasn’t in vain. Without Lady Ginger’s help… well, even with everything I know, I probably wouldn’t have been able to save it. The operation was a sess. There’s no need to worry anymore.
Sienna let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Relief flooded her expression, but so did surprise. She nced at her daughter, overwhelmed with questions. Jean… knows medicine?
Meanwhile, the doctor’s words had clearly gotten Carl’s attention too.
His gaze shifted sharply, locking onto Jean. For a second, something stirred in those cold eyes- shock, maybe even a flicker of admiration. It was obvious neither he nor Sienna had expected Jean to y such a critical role in Dominic’s survival.