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    Meanwhile, in a quiet corner of the hospital, Katelyn reyed the recording of her conversation with Lise.


    She hadn’t managed to get hold of Zoey’s phone as she had imed and was in the dark about the details of Zoey and Lise’s scheme.


    Katelyn had attempted to bluff her way through with Lise, but things hadn’t gone as nned. Feeling drained, Katelyn massaged her temples. Zoey’s surgery still hadn’t finished.


    Wanting a break, Katelyn took the stairwell to the third-floor tform, hoping the fresh air would help clear her mind.


    As she made her way back, she unexpectedly ran into Vincent.


    Amazed, Katelyn raised an eyebrow and said, “Mr. Adams, what brings you here at this hour?”


    Vincent noticed Katelyn’s thin shirt and, without hesitation, removed his jacket and offered it to her.


    “The online rumors are escting. I was concerned things might get moreplicated for you, so I came to check on you,” he said, his voice filled with concern.


    Katelyn nced at her watch, surprised to see it was already past midnight.


    She didn’t take the jacket.


    “Mr. Adams, keep your jacket. It’ste, and you should go home and get some rest. I can handle things here.”


    Vincent pulled his jacket back and then sat down on a bench in the corridor.


    “I’ll stay and wait with you for the surgery results. But first, tell me what happened tonight.”


    Katelyn nodded and began to recount the events of the evening.


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    “I didn’t get the information I needed from Lise,” she added in the end.


    Vincent nodded calmly, his eyes fixed on the closed door of the operating room. His voice was cold and detached.


    “Then we’ll have to begin with Zoey.”


    At that moment, the door to the operating room was unexpectedly pushed open.


    The medical staff in charge of the surgery emerged. Katelyn rushed to meet them, her heart pounding in her chest.


    “How is she?” she asked, her voice trembling.


    The lead surgeon gave a small sigh, his eyes meeting hers.


    “The surgery went well. We managed to save her life,” he said, pausing before continuing, “but her fall caused aminuted fracture in her right leg. Even if it heals, there’s a high chance she’ll facestingplications.”


    Aminuted fracture.


    Katelyn felt her stomach drop.


    As a doctor herself, she didn’t need the exnation. She knew exactly what it meant—bone shattered into multiple fragments, a recovery that could take months, if not years, and the painful reality that the leg might never fully recover to its original state.


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