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    Samuel spoke with respect, “Mr. Adams, I’ve followed your instructions to hype up this matter. Now that our efforts are paying off, should we keep pushing it?”


    Vincent turned his gaze toward the window, his expression unreadable. “No. It’s already received enough attention.”


    “Got it.”


    As Samuel was about to leave, he was surprised to see Katelyn standing by the door. “Miss Bailey.”


    Katelyn looked at him with a hint of apology and said quietly, “I’m sorry for overhearing.”


    Vincent, standing by the bed, gave a brief, indifferent nod. “It’s fine.”


    Katelyn took a moment before stepping into the room. Now she understood why the issue had sparked so much online buzz. Despite the post being made in the dead of night, it had triggered millions of conversations.


    Vincent was behind the uproar.


    But why? The Bailey and Guerrero families had never had any conflicts with him. Could it be because of her?


    That didn’t seem possible either.


    She kept her thoughts to herself, but Vincent’s sharp look suggested he could read her mind.


    He spoke in a rxed tone, “As my partner, if you get tangled up in too much scandal, it could generate negative impacts on us.”


    Katelyn nodded, her face serious. “I get it. I’ll be more careful. I don’t want anything to affect our partnership.”


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    Samuel watched them with a frown of confusion. The real reason behind Vincent’s actions seemed to be helping Katelyn vent her anger. Why not just say that? The Adams Group was so dominant that not much could truly impact it.


    Unable to solve the mystery, Samuel left to follow Vincent’s orders.


    As Katelyn turned to shut the door, she gave Vincent a look full of regret and apology.


    “There was an ident this morning, and the soup got ruined. I’ll make more for you tonight,” Katelyn said.


    Vincent looked at her with curiosity. “What happened?”


    Katelyn showed a hint of frustration as she exined, “Neil blocked my path on my way out and broke the thermos.”


    She gave a brief summary of the incident.


    Vincent’s expression turned serious. “Do you need any help?”


    “No, I’ve got it,” Katelyn replied, shaking her head. She knew Vincent was swamped with work, and she didn’t want to add to his stress with her own problems. If he kept intervening, it would only lead to more confusion.


    Enjoying the pleasant weather, Katelyn opened the window. A refreshing breeze rushed in, clearing out the lingering scent of disinfectant in the ward.


    Just then, the doctor walked in to check on Vincent. Katelyn stood silently, waiting.


    The doctor used various advanced tools to evaluate Vincent’s recovery. He adjusted his sses, skimmed through the report, and then spoke to Katelyn.


    “Mr. Adams is recovering well, but his diet needs more variety. As a family member, it’s important for you to keep this in mind. I have a book on dietary supplements that might help.”


    Katelyn was startled, her hand instinctively ced on herself. “Are you talking to me?”


    When had she be part of Vincent’s family?


    The doctor nodded gravely. “The first month after major surgery is a critical recovery period. You need to be very careful.”


    Katelyn nodded, but before she could say anything, the doctor turned and walked out.


    Frustration bubbled up inside her as the term “critical recovery period” echoed in her mind.


    When she turned, she found Vincent watching her with a bemused expression.


    She cleared her throat awkwardly. “I’ll address this with them when it’s the right moment.”


    Vincent shrugged off her concern. “There’s no need to worry about it.”


    Katelyn pressed her lips tight, feeling the weight of growing misunderstandings. Some media outlets had even started calling her Vincent’s wife.


    She was about to continue when the door suddenly flew open and someone burst into the room.


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