Chapter 290:


    Vincent suddenly spoke up as he observed Katelyn.


    He had noticed a shift in her demeanor inside the hospital ward. He had often remarked that Katelyn was like an open book to him, her emotions as clear as a gentle breeze. But this time, he saw a profound sadness in her eyes, something he had never seen before. She seemed burdened, weighed down by something unspoken.


    Katelyn turned to him, her eyes widening in surprise at his observation. Instinctively, she asked, “Do I really look that upset?”


    “Your feelings are always quite transparent,” Vincent replied, his tone gentle.


    He leaned back in his seat and met her gaze directly. “If you feel like talking, I’m here to listen. But if you don’t want to, that’s fine too. Just don’t let these negative thoughts consume you. It’s a waste of energy.”


    His usual calm, respectful demeanor made him approachable, and Katelyn appreciated that he wasn’t pushing her to open up. He was simply offering his presence, his support, without pressure.


    It was rare to meet someone like Vincent, someone who could blend so seamlessly into her life. It felt even rarer than finding a once-in-a-lifetime love.


    Katelyn felt a wave of emotion stir within her. Normally reserved with her feelings, she found herself hesitating for a moment before speaking.


    “If you found out that a close friend, who’s been missing for years, might now be a killer working for a dangerous organization, what would you do?”


    Vincent understood immediately. He knew exactly what had triggered Katelyn’s unease. She must have recognized the person in the security footage.


    Instead of expressing surprise, he considered her words carefully. “I’d meet with my friend first, try to understand what happened. If they really chose this path, I wouldn’t interfere. People make their own choices for reasons we may never fully understand.”


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    His calm and reasoned response brought a sense of relief to Katelyn, soothing the turmoil inside her.


    Katelyn nodded, absorbing his words. “I see.”


    Vincent’s message was clear.


    If it were him, he would try to reason with his friend. If that didn’t work, he’d ept it and move on.


    Katelyn tended to mix personal feelings with other matters when it came to people she cared about, oftenplicating things. After reflecting on Vincent’s words, she felt significantly more rxed.


    She turned her attention to the view outside as they neared the shooting range.


    The facility they were heading to was somewhat exclusive, often frequented by affluent individuals for practice or leisure shooting.


    Upon their arrival, a man in a ck suit greeted them with a courteous demeanor.


    “Mr. Adams, our boss is currently abroad on business, but he asked me to ensure you’re well taken care of during your visit.”


    “Thank you,” Vincent replied evenly.


    The man gestured politely and led the way toward the range. “Please, follow me.”


    Vincent walked ahead confidently, with Katelyn following closely behind him.<fneafb> Follow current nov?ls on Find_Novel(.</fneafb>


    She looked around, intrigued. The shooting range was expansive, nearly the size of two football fields.


    It had not only shootingnes but also a station for weapons.


    Katelyn was fascinated by the variety of firearms on disy. She hadn’t realized there were so many different types.


    Among the impressive collection, she immediately recognized the type of guns used by the T Organization mercenaries who had attacked her.


    These weapons weren’t just designed for long-range shooting; they were clearly very powerful.


    Vincent approached her, his voice calm. “Pick one that you like. I’ll teach you how to aim and fire.”


    Katelyn agreed, selecting a small handgun.


    “Glock 43,” Vincent noted with interest as he expertly loaded the magazine into the pistol.


    “Why did you choose this one?” he asked.


    Katelyn replied quickly, “It’s small enough to conceal under clothing.”


    She thought to herself that having such a weapon in the past might have changed the course of events.


    “She thought to herself that having such a weapon in the past might have changed the oue of herst encounter with her attackers.”


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