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    Lydia had sustained two gunshot wounds—one lodged dangerously in her chest and another embedded in her left leg.


    Lydia’s countenance remained impassive, her stoic expression silently conveying her unwavering resolve.


    Honoring her decision, Elena meticulously sterilized the surgical de. A meaningful nce passed between Elena and Jeffry, who discreetly withdrew from the room.


    Only then did Elena carefully unbutton Lydia’s bloodstained shirt, exposing the angry wound beneath.


    Though Elena’s hands remained perfectly steady, the moment the de breached skin, she felt Lydia’s body tense violently beneath her touch.


    Elena operated with practiced efficiency, her movements precise and swift to minimize Lydia’s suffering as she skillfully extracted both bullets.


    She stitched the wounds with precision, applied medication, and wrapped them in clean bandages.


    When everything was finished, both women were drenched in sweat. Lydia released her bloodied lip and exhaled deeply.


    Her voice emerged hoarse. “Thank you…”


    Elena tidied the surgical tools, responding simply, “Between us, those words are never needed.”


    She then opened the door and was surprised to find Jeffry leaning against the doorframe.


    She said, “Jeffry, the bullets are out. I’ll leave with her now.”


    Elena knew Jeffry valued his tranquility and disliked disruptions. Unexpectedly, Jeffry replied, “Her wound has just been stitched. It’s not suitable for movement. It’s best for her to recover here.”


    Elena hesitated.


    Although Jeffry had a point, Lydia’s identity was unique, and she preferred solitude.


    Elena turned back toward the room, but before she could speak, Lydia interjected, “Your brother’s advice makes sense. You’ve had a long day. Go home and rest early.”


    Elena nced between Lydia and Jeffry. Since neither voiced any objections, she decided to allow Lydia to remain and recover in peace.


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    After exchanging brief goodbyes, Elena stepped out of the room and spotted Wesley sitting in the living room.


    He was reclined on the sofa, eyes closed, his face bearing an unnatural pallor that caught her attention immediately.


    For a heartbeat, she stood frozen in indecision.


    Elena’s brows knitted together as she approached with the caution one might use when nearing a sleeping predator.


    Just as her fingers hovered inches from his shoulder, Wesley’s eyes snapped open with startling alertness.


    The cold intensity of his gaze pierced through her, sharp and focused, devoid of even a hint of drowsiness.


    Her hand retreated instantly, as though burned by his sudden awareness. “Can you still walk?”


    Recognition dawned in Wesley’s eyes, and the cial edge to his gaze thawed, settling back into his characteristic calm.


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