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    Elena quickly assessed her condition; the bullet was embedded deep within, dangerously close to her heart.


    Without a moment’s hesitation, Elena bent down and lifted Lydia into her arms.


    Despite her slender build, she possessed surprising strength, enough to carry Lydia who was ofparable height and build.


    Elena moved with swift precision, brushing past Wesley with an icymand. “Stay close. I need to extract the bullet immediately.”


    Wesley clenched his jaw, a flicker of jealousy crossing his features.


    Elena didn’t allow Wesley to drive on the return journey.


    After carefully positioning Lydia across the back seat, Elena turned toward the driver’s side.


    Wesley arched an eyebrow questioningly, and Elena pressed her lips into a thin line. “Your wound can’t withstand additional strain. I’ll drive; I remember the route.”


    Wesley’s somber eyes suddenly glinted with unexpected amusement.


    Heplied without protest, sliding into the passenger seat.


    With two injured passengers, Elena navigated the roads with meticulous care.


    Lydia had lost a substantial amount of blood, her consciousness slipping away almost as soon as they settled into the vehicle.


    Elena nced briefly at Wesley and asked, “Is there a ce nearby where we can stay?”


    Wesley’s gaze lingered on her face. “Yes,” he answered simply.


    He provided her with precise coordinates.


    Elena hadn’t expected the location Wesley mentioned to be Jeffry’s residence.


    Given the critical nature of the situation, Elena kept exnations minimal; after a cursory greeting, she immediately requested Jeffry prepare surgical instruments and antiseptics.


    As she reached to open the car’s rear door, poised to lift Lydia from the seat, a firm pair of hands intercepted her movement.


    Jeffry scrutinized Elena thoroughly, assuring himself she was uninjured before turning his attention to Lydia, gathering her into his arms.


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    When Jeffry caught a clear glimpse of Lydia’s face, his stride faltered momentarily.


    He ced her carefully on the bed and efficiently assembled the necessary medical supplies for Elena.


    Jeffry’s ce was surprisingly well-equipped for emergencies,plete with pharmaceutical-grade anesthetics.


    Elena methodically drew anesthetic into a syringe, positioning it above Lydia’s arm, when a barely audible voice halted her. “No anesthetic.”


    Elena’s gaze dropped to Lydia, who had unexpectedly regained consciousness and was now examining her injuries with detached interest.


    Elena understood the depths of Lydia’s obstinate nature all too well. Once her mind was set on a course of action, no force on earth could sway her determination.


    Elena’s voice carried gravity as she warned, “I need to extract the bullet. The pain will be excruciating.”


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