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    Vincent immediately turned and rushed over to Katelyn. She clenched her teeth, holding her hand and wincing from the intense burning sensation. The chicken soup had spilled from the thermos, much of itnding on the floor.


    Vincent’s brow furrowed with concern. “Are you alright? Did the soup burn you?”


    He stepped forward, gently taking Katelyn’s hand to inspect it. The back of her hand was visibly red from the scald, and her fingers bore marks from the steaming soup. Katelyn winced from the pain, her brow furrowing. “I was just trying to open the thermos and pour out some chicken soup to cool down, but it spilled out unexpectedly.”


    As she spoke, a hint of regret crossed her face. She had simmered that soup for five hours.


    Vincent caught her nce toward the spilled soup and responded casually, “The soup spilling doesn’t matter, just as long as you’re okay.”


    His voice, usuallymanding, carried an unusual softness now, a gentleness he hadn’t intended. Katelyn felt a bit awkward at first but then nodded appreciatively at his concern. However…


    When she snapped back to her senses, she realized Vincent was still holding her hand. She instinctively pulled away and took a step back to maintain some space between them.


    A blush spread quickly from her ears to her cheeks. She coughed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I’m going to run some cold water on it.”


    Vincent released her hand and nodded in agreement. As she left for the restroom, he pulled out his phone and dialed Samuel without hesitation.


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    “Get the best burn ointment. Make it quick.”


    “Yes, Mr. Adams.”


    The shareholders who had been watching the scene through the camera remained silent throughout. It was clear to them that Vincent’s concern for Katelyn was genuine, suggesting a deeper rtionship than they had assumed. Vincent had never shown such concern for a woman before.


    But Katelyn didn’t know that.


    She had held her hand under the cold water for thirty minutes, but she still felt a little pain.


    Upon returning to the room, she noticed that Samuel had delivered several types of ointment, seemingly every burn treatment the hospital stocked.


    Vincent selected one at random, checked the directions, and then motioned to Katelyn. “Come here.”


    Katelyn moved closer, eyeing the ointment’s packaging.


    It was for burns and scalds. Had Vincent had Samuel bring it over? They were at the hospital, so acquiring it hadn’t been difficult.


    As he opened the box, Vincent instructed, “Hand it over.”


    It was only when she extended her hand that Katelyn understood his intention, prompting her to quickly say, “Mr. Adams, I can manage the ointment myself.”


    “Your right hand is burned; it’ll be hard to apply with one hand.”


    There was a firmness in Vincent’s voice that was difficult to contest.


    With no choice, Katelyn reached out her hand. Vincent squeezed out some of the ointment and gently applied it to the burn.


    As the cool ointment met her inmed skin, a sharp pain made Katelyn instinctively pull back, but Vincent firmly held her hand in ce.


    He looked focused as he softly massaged the ointment into her skin. “Stay still. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”


    Katelyn remained still, suppressing the urge to withdraw her hand.


    Just then, a voice from the doorway broke the silence.


    “What’s going on here?”


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