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    Katelyn prepared the woman for her pre-operative examinations before beginning the surgery. Having treated her for some time now, Katelyn was very familiar with her basic physical condition, and performing the surgery was not particrlyplicated.


    Gazing down at the woman lying still on the operating table, unexpected emotions suddenly stirred inside Katelyn.


    “Just lie here and rest. When you wake up, you’ll feel much better,” she murmured softly.


    A tinge of regret crept into Katelyn’s heart. If only she had known the woman’s condition would deteriorate so rapidly, she would have scheduled the surgery sooner. Perhaps by now, her illness might have beenpletely cured.


    The woman’s pallidplexion only deepened Katelyn’s sense of responsibility. With a gentle sigh, Katelyn pushed aside her troubled thoughts and focused on the task at hand.


    The surgery demanded herplete attention for a full two hours. Once finished, she ignored the fatigue seeping into her muscles and hurried outside.


    “Has Vincent given you any news?” Katelyn asked the subordinates guarding the door.


    The two men exchanged nces before shaking their heads.


    A knot of dread tightened in Katelyn’s stomach. She prayed Alfy wouldn’t encounter any danger this time.


    After meticulously arranging everything for the woman’s postoperative care, she fixed her subordinates with a steady gaze. “Take good care of her,” she instructed firmly. “Report to me immediately if there is any change in her condition.”


    “Yes, Miss Bailey!” The subordinates sprang into action without hesitation.


    Once satisfied the woman was stable, Katelyn pulled out her phone and strode quickly outside. By the time she reached the garden’s edge, her fingers had already dialed the familiar number.


    Vincent answered immediately. “You’ve finished the surgery?”


    “Yes,” Katelyn replied, anxiety threading through her voice. “What’s the situation on your end? Have you found any trace of Alfy?”


    On the other end of the line, Vincent stared at the abandoned factory building before him, his eyes darkening with concern. “The situation is not very optimistic,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “I traced her to being taken away by some human traffickers, but when I followed the trail here, the ce was already empty.”


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    The absence of surveince cameras in the vicinity meant that once the human traffickers departed, finding any trace of them would be nearly impossible.


    In that moment, Katelyn’s heart plummeted like a stone through water. Though she had braced herself for bad news, she’d never imagined Alfy would be snatched by human traffickers. The revtion transformed her expression into a mask of steely determination.


    “We must find out which group did it,” she demanded, her voice dropping to a dangerous timbre.


    If human traffickers had taken Alfy, this situation demanded immediate and thorough investigation. Every passing moment increased the danger.


    Katelyn’s grip tightened around her phone, her knuckles whitening as she squeezed with enough force to crack the case. In her mind’s eye, it wasn’t the device she was crushing, but the throats of those who had dared to take Alfy.


    Vincent recognized the cold fury radiating through the phone. “Don’t worry too much,” he said, his voice deliberately calm and measured. “I will definitely investigate this matter to the end. But you must tell me about any action you take, understand?”


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