?Chapter 64:


    It was Vincent on the line.


    Once the call connected, he quickly informed Katelyn, “Tricia’s awake.”


    Gripping the phone, Katelyn steadied herself.


    “I’m on my way.”


    She quickly changed her clothes and headed straight for the hospital.


    Upon arrival, she saw Tricia, pale and frail, lying on the hospital bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, murmuring, “What’s wrong with me?”


    Tears streamed down Delmar’s aged face as he clutched Tricia’s hand tightly.


    “Tricia, why would you do such a reckless thing? How could your mother and I… We almost lost you.” Perhaps the scare of nearly losing her softened him; Delmar wept openly, shedding his usually stern demeanor.


    Ovee with emotion, Tricia began to sob. “This is all my fault. I’ve been so silly, risking my own life.” Only now did she realize the folly of her actions.


    She had thought Lise’s n was sound, but now it became clear that Lise had actually been plotting her death. If Tricia had died, not only would she have been silenced, but Katelyn would have also been med for it for the rest of her life. Even without direct evidence, the court of public opinion would likely have convicted her.


    Tricia was merely a tool in Lise’s scheme against Katelyn. Why would Lise concern herself with the fate of a mere pawn?


    From the doorway, Katelyn and Vincent observed the tearful reunion between father and daughter. Katelyn frowned slightly.


    While she felt a pang of sympathy witnessing the scene, she remembered that Tricia hadrgely brought this upon herself.


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    Tricia might have been as vile as Lise, though not as cunning.


    Vincent caught Katelyn’s reaction, his gaze shifting back to the ward, his dark eyes growing even more intense. At that moment, Tricia noticed Katelyn standing at the door.


    Although she was weak, she clenched her teeth fiercely. “You bitch! How dare you show up here?” Immediately, struggling to sit up, Tricia scolded Katelyn, her hands flinging items from the bedside table.


    The bedside table was hurled in her direction. A ss shattered right next to where Katelyn stood, her expression cold.


    Vincent, standing behind her, exuded an overwhelming aura of intimidation.


    Tricia’s arrogance vanished in a sh, and her gaze narrowed at them.


    “Wait, that’s Vincent? How could he be with Katelyn?”


    “You seem to have already forgotten the lesson from your narrow escape from death,” Katelyn said, her voice steady and cutting. “If I hadn’t intervened to stop Lise from removing your oxygen tubest night, would you still be here yelling at me?”


    The shock from Katelyn’s revtion left Tricia speechless.


    She stared at Delmar, unable to believe it.


    “Dad, is what Katelyn is saying true?”


    Delmar clenched his jaw and replied, “Yes, it’s true. I never imagined Lise would harm you again. I’ll ensure she pays dearly for this!”


    Tricia turned ghastly pale.


    She had timed her suicide attempt by shing her wrist, not expecting to lose so much blood and remain unconscious for so long.


    Yet, what shocked her even more was the revtion that Lise had intended to end her life.


    With a calm demeanor, Katelyn said in a chilling tone, “To Lise, you’re a disposable tool. If you were to die, I’d be the prime suspect, and Lise could easily frame me since it’s her word against mine.”


    Tricia’s hands clenched tightly as fury sparked in her. “I refuse to be manipted like a mere pawn.”


    Katelyn cautioned, “Yet, you don’t have any proof to use her.”


    Tricia’s expression turned fierce. “Who says I don’t have evidence?”


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