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    Without a second thought, Ellie sprinted after the runaway wheelchair. Her white dress billowed behind her as she raced down the slope, leaving onlookers amazed at her swift reaction.


    Halfway down the slope, Ellie finally reached Kaiden’s wheelchair. However, the inertia from its swift motion was overwhelming, causing her legs to buckle. One knee hit the asphalt hard, and as the wheelchair came to a halt, a sharp pain radiated from her injured knee.


    “Are you okay?” Ellie asked Kaiden with concern. Looking up, she met his deep, unreadable gaze.


    His eyes were like a vast abyss, hiding his true emotions.


    “Ellie, why did you do that?” Kaiden’s tone was a mix of confusion and concern, a rare feeling for him.


    Ellie began to speak, but Kaiden quickly leaned down, lifting her into his arms.


    Unable to stand firmly, she instinctively grasped onto him—one hand on his chest, the other on his thigh.


    The sensation of his muscr form and his unique scent momentarily overwhelmed her, prompting her to try to stand on her own.


    Kaiden noticed the stark contrast of her blood against her white dress and skin, making the wound appear more severe.


    “Do you think I needed your help?” he asked coldly.


    He felt an urge to tend to her wound, despite his usual indifference. In the rush of the moment, Ellie had forgotten that Kaiden, often seen in a wheelchair, was not actually disabled.


    Moreover, Kaiden wouldn’t recklessly endanger himself, especially not for those he deemed unworthy.


    “Look, I disturbed your sleepst night, and now I’m hurt because of you. Let’s call it even, okay?” Ellie tried to lighten the mood.


    She certainly had a knack for negotiation!


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    Kaiden found himself wondering whether Ellie’s actions were born of cleverness or recklessness.


    “Mr. Thorpe, are you okay?”


    “Thank goodness you’re safe!”


    The other members of the Thorpe family soon caught up with them.


    A woman turned to the boy and scolded him, “You little rascal! You nearly hurt Kaiden! Say sorry to him! Kaiden won’t be angry with you because of it.”


    The speaker was the boy’s mother, holding him protectively.


    How did a six-year-old manage to push the wheelchair?


    Was it an ident, or was there more to it?


    Yet, the woman swiftly deflected any me from her grandson. “Kaiden’s alright, so let’s move on,” Talon casually dismissed the situation.


    Strikingly, no one apologized to Kaiden.


    “Get a wheelchair for my wife,” Kaiden instructed a maid, ignoring the family’sck of concern.


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