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    Warnings from Sadie rang in her mind. Malcolm was a sly old fox—wasn’t he supposed to be recovering in a vi on the city’s edge? What was he doing here now?


    “Mr. Pierce, I’m just delivering lunch to Ms. Hudson,” Tina replied, lifting the packed meal for emphasis.


    Malcolm managed a strainedugh.


    “Ah, I see, I see. I’ll get out of your way, Ms. Delgado. Plenty on my own te to handle.” With a quick nod, he turned and made a beeline for the elevator, keen to avoid any further questioning.


    Right on cue, the elevator chimed open, and Malcolm darted inside, his hurried departure speaking volumes. The elevator doors slowly closed.


    Tina was left standing in the hallway, her frown deepening.


    Something about Malcolm’s behavior felt off, a knot of suspicion settling in her chest.


    Bncing the lunchbox in her arms, she made her way back to the hospital, her mind tangled with unease.


    Inside the patient room, Sadie sat propped against the pillows, papers spread across herp. The moment the door clicked open, she nced up, immediately catching the tension in Tina’s expression.


    “What’s the matter? Did something happen?”


    Pulled from her thoughts, Tina set the lunch on the bedside table.


    Every detail of her run-in with Malcolm at Nirvana spilled out in her recounting. Sadie’s hand, still holding a pen, paused mid-note, her eyes narrowing with cold alertness.


    She had expected thepany’s restless shareholders to stir the pot once they knew that Noah was alive.


    Yet Malcolm showing up at Nirvana might not mean much—at least, not yet.


    “Keep an eye on the shareholders—Malcolm in particr. Let me know about any suspicious moves immediately,” Sadie instructed.


    Without missing a beat, Tina agreed. “Will do, Sadie.”


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    Documents were pushed aside as Sadie turned to other matters, asking, “Were you able to lock down a meeting with the owner of the Faron Retreat property?”


    Tina quickly replied, “Yes.”


    Approval flickered in Sadie’s eyes. “Perfect.”


    She reached for the utensils Tina offered, her toneposed. “Let’s eat first, then head to see Noah together.”


    Thirty minutes passed. Sadie now upied a wheelchair, with Tina steering her through the corridor toward the adjacent ward.


    Inside, a physician hovered near Noah, whoy unmoving on the bed, his skin colorless, his eyes shut—lifeless in appearance.


    Sadie’s chest tightened. “Why hasn’t he woken up? Is there any change?”


    The doctor removed his stethoscope slowly, his expression weighed down by gravity. A muted exhale left his lips.


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