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    Her hands curled into fists, fingernails digging deep into her skin.


    Without realizing it, she muttered under her breath, clinging to even a flicker of faith.


    No! She refused to be idle. She had to do something!


    Then it struck her. Hurst. If anyone could help in this nightmare, it was him.


    She jerked her head up, resolve zing in her expression. Without dy, she called her bodyguard.


    “Bring Hurst to Jazmah Hopevale Hospital. Immediately.” She ended the call without another word.


    Sadie stared at the sealed entrance, unmoving.


    Thirty minutes crawled by. Finally, the door creaked open.


    The attending physician emerged, forehead damp with sweat, his expression like stone.


    When he saw Sadie, a flicker of pity crossed his features. His voice was rough.


    “Ms. Hudson, Mr. Wall remains in critical condition. We’ve done everything we could, including administering adrenaline. Right now, it’s unclear if he’ll stabilize. If sheer determination can bring him back, that might give us a sliver of hope. Otherwise, we’ll need to consider alternative, more invasive measures. Do you consent?”


    Each syble cut deeper than thest. Sadie’s fingers tightened until her knuckles ached.


    She tried to respond, but her throat constricted, aching with emotion.


    Just then, the echo of measured footsteps reached her ears.


    At the end of the corridor stood the man she had summoned—apanied by the bodyguard.


    It was Hurst, still in rxed attire, his gaze calm, his demeanor unreadable. It was as though he’d known this moment was inevitable.


    He approached, cracking his knuckles quietly, his stare meeting hers with unwavering calm.


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    “Ms. Hudson, looks like you’ve made up your mind.”


    Sadie’s face darkened. She turned, her decision cemented.


    For Noah’s sake, she had no other choice. Hurst was herst hope.


    “Dr. Lawson, you im to possess extraordinary abilities when ites to preserving life.”


    “Talk is cheap if you can’t follow through with your guarantee. If you want me to agree to your terms and work with you, you need to prove yourself first. Show me what you’ve got. Make me believe you’re worth the risk,” Sadie said.


    A faint smile tugged at Hurst’s lips, one of amusement and quiet confidence. He casually held up his hands, carefree as ever. “Sure thing. That’s no problem at all.”


    Indeed, this was just a piece of cake for him.


    In fact, Hurst was already sauntering into Noah’s hospital room before thest word even left his mouth.


    His easygoing demeanor was a stark contrast to the glum tension hanging in the air.


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