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    Hurst turned around at a slow, deliberate pace, meeting her gaze without hesitation.


    He lifted his right hand, letting his fingers sweep through the air with careful precision.


    “The n is straightforward. By using a specially crafted long needle, I puncture Mr. Wall’s eardrum and go straight into his brain. That way, all the blood clots buried deep inside can be drawn out. Thest time I treated him, I only managed to pull out a few clots on the surface. That wasn’t enough to fix what’s wrong.”


    Sadie felt a sharp shiver crawl all the way up her spine.


    The very idea made her insides twist.


    It sounded like sheer torment, not treatment.


    Hurst’s lips curled up a bit more. He was clearly entertained by the fear in her.


    “You need to understand, this approach is incredibly dangerous,” he added leisurely. “If luck is on our side, the blood clots will be removed and Mr. Wall might wake up. He could even get his life back. But if things go wrong…” Hurst paused, his gaze teasing. “Then we might be left with someone who can’t think or speak at all. At that point, Ms. Hudson, you’ll have no choice but to start preparing to say goodbye.”


    His exnationnded hard, each word digging deeper into Sadie’s chest.


    A sudden coldness swept over her.


    She shot Hurst a look so fierce, it could have cut ss.


    Hurst merely shrugged, acting as though her anger didn’t mean anything to him.


    He even lifted his hands in mock innocence.


    “Please, Ms. Hudson. There’s no need to re at me like that.”


    “Though my words may sound harsh, you can’t deny the truth,” Hurst remarked calmly.


    Life and death weighed in the bnce, yet he spoke as if the oue hardly mattered.


    Sadie felt her chest tighten, breath quickening as she sharply turned away. On the hospital bed, Noah’s face still wore that sickly pallor, yet his eyes shone with unexpected rity.


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    He stayed silent, watching her with that gentle look she knew all too well.


    Inside Sadie’s chest, her heart pounded with confusion and dread.


    Could she truly risk everything and let Noah’s fate rest on this chance?


    Sess would mean more years with him—maybe even a full recovery.


    Losing? That oue was unthinkable.


    The possibilities were almost too awful to imagine.


    Yet, letting things stay as they were meant watching Noah fade with every passing day.


    Every word from Hurst hung heavy, demanding a decision she did not want to make.


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