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    Ashlyn observed her neatly wrapped wrist. Though Katelyn had managed the wound, the pain lingered, rendering Ashlyn too weak to lift her hand.


    She met Katelyn’s gaze and nodded in agreement. “Okay.” Her eyes stayed locked on Katelyn, betraying her reluctance to let go. Noticing this, Katelyn pulled a…


    Katelyn pulled a stool close and sat down in front of Ashlyn. With a gentle voice, she asked, “Is there something on your mind you need to share with me?”


    Although Ashlyn had been only intermittently aware since her surgery, Katelyn could tell that Ashlyn was eager to speak, her words seemingly poised at the brink of expression.


    A weak, yet heartfelt smile touched Ashlyn’s lips. “Where have you been all this time? Have you been taking care of yourself?”


    Katelyn paused for a moment at Ashlyn’s question. She leaned in closer, tenderly sweeping a stray hair from Ashlyn’s forehead, and responded with reassurance, “You don’t need to worry about me. I’ve managed everything quite well, but I’m sorry that…”


    “Don’t be sorry. I understand you have your reasons,” Ashlyn interjected, clutching Katelyn’s hand with her good one.


    Had circumstances been different, why would Katelyn have ever pretended to be dead?


    Despite their short time together, Ashlyn had quicklye to grasp the essence of Katelyn’s character.


    To the outside world, Katelyn could appear aloof and guarded, yet beneath that exterior, she harbored a pure andpassionate heart. She was always looking out for her friends. That was no small feat.


    At that moment, Katelyn’s heart grew tender as she gazed at Ashlyn, her eyes conveying deep gratitude and affection, though she spoke no words.


    As Katelyn spoke with Ashlyn, Vincent poured a cup of coffee and strolled over. He handed it to Katelyn, his voice gentle as he said, “You should take a break. I can see the weariness in your eyes.”


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    For him, Katelyn’s well-being was paramount. While it would seem like Katelyn was merely secluded at home, she was dealing with a growing backlog of responsibilities.


    epting the coffee, Katelyn felt aforting warmth spread through her as she held the cup. She nodded at Vincent. “Okay.”


    Katelyn took a sip and then added, “Also, Sophia might have people tailing you soon, trying to pin down my whereabouts. T suspects I might still be alive.”


    This revtion clicked something into ce for Vincent, his expression turning grave as unease began to build.


    Katelyn hadn’tid all the cards on the table, but Ashlyn, piecing together the conversation, voiced her concern, “What should we do? Now that I’m here, won’t that lead them right to us?”


    Vincent gave Ashlyn a brief look, deciding not to say anything at all. Instead, he turned toward the desk and carefully ced his coffee cup down. Then he pulled out his phone, thumbed through his contacts, and called Samuel.


    Samuel picked up almost instantly and answered, “Mr. Adams?”


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