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    Elora passed out again, her body limp as the medical team rushed her into the emergency room. For days now, she had been hanging between life and death.<fn17d2> Checktest chapters at find?novel</fn17d2>


    Outside the door, Katelyn could hear the hurried steps and voices of doctors and nurses doing everything they could to save Elora. The noise made her fists tighten, her knuckles pale as her eyes filled with worry, guilt, and something she couldn’t quite name.


    She nced at Vincent in the room. He stood there, quiet and distant, not involving himself in the argument that had happened earlier.


    Katelyn’s mind drifted back to when she first met Elora. Back then, Elora was like the most beautiful rose—stunning, glowing, and carrying herself with an elegance that turned heads. Even with her sharp edges, people were drawn to her. They admired her beauty so much that they epted the thorns, as if they were part of her charm.


    But now, that rose was barely holding on, its petals weak and fading, as if the life had been drained from it. The change was heartbreaking, like watching someone fall from the highest peak to the lowest pit.


    Katelyn felt a heavy weight of guilt on her shoulders. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she had done something wrong, though she couldn’t figure out what. Desperately, she looked at Vincent, searching for some kind of answer.


    “Did I mess up?” she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.


    She never meant to cause any trouble. She’d barely spoken a few words to Bartley, and nothing about it seemed like a big deal at the time. So how did things get this bad? Why was everything falling apart?


    It wasn’t just Elora who was confused—Katelyn was, too.


    Vincent saw the guilt in Katelyn’s eyes, mixed with deep confusion. And he knew exactly what she was feeling.


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    So he said firmly, “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s okay to stand up for yourself when someone is treating you unfairly. You shouldn’t feel guilty about that.”


    “I shouldn’t feel guilty…” Katelyn murmured, sinking into the sofa.


    Elora’s situation was undeniably tragic. Yet, Katelyn couldn’t help but feel that all of Elora’s past mistakes had eventually led her here, making it seem like a kind of self-inflicted fate.


    Katelyn clenched her fists, inhaling deeply as Vincent’s words cleared her mind. “You’re right. I haven’t done anything wrong. Elora’s condition is the result of her own choices.”


    Elora could have been a truly remarkable woman, but her biggest mistake was pouring all her feelings into one man and caring about nothing else. Even when she realized that the man had no love for her—only a desire to use her—she couldn’t bring herself to let go.


    The drama had started with small, trivial issues, but over time, those little problems had piled up, eventually leading to the situation that had crushed Elora.


    Vincent’s tone softened as he continued, “You’re a wonderful person, Katelyn—perhaps too kind for your own good. You take on burdens that aren’t yours. Don’t see things this way; it will only drain you.”


    Katelyn felt a lightness in her heart after talking to Vincent, as if a heavy cloud had lifted.


    “Okay, I understand now. Thank you for helping me see it clearly.”


    “I’ve told you before, you don’t need to keep thanking me,” Vincent replied with a warm smile.


    A gentle smile crept onto Katelyn’s lips. She had gained another important lesson today, all thanks to Vincent’s guidance.


    Katelyn hardly noticed what unfolded after Elora’s rescue; her mind was elsewhere until an unexpected visitor stepped into her ward that afternoon.


    Selina entered, her three-inch stilettos clicking sharply against the floor—the same pair she had worn during their first meeting. Her makeup was bold and striking, capturing attention immediately.


    Katelyn looked up, taken aback. “What brings you here?”


    “I heard my business partner had an ident, so I had toe see for myself,” Selina replied, a yful smirk on her lips as she casually chose a seat, crossing her legs with an air of confidence.


    She might not have been tall, but her presence wasmanding.


    Katelyn leaned back against the headboard, watching Selina’s sharp gaze. “If you have something to say, just get to it.”


    Selina was definitely not the type to drop by without a purpose.


    She had too much going on to waste time at the hospital for no reason.


    Selina’s smile widened, and she lightly pped her hands, her eyes sparkling with interest. “Clever. I enjoy talking to smart people; it makes everything easier.”


    Katelyn studied her, feeling impatience creeping in. “Just get to the point.”


    Selina’s smile took on a sly edge. “I’m here to propose a deal. Help me fulfill a promise made to someone important.”


    Katelyn furrowed her brows. “What promise?”


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