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    After a moment’s silence, his reply camezy and blunt. “Fifty percent.”


    Anger surged through Sadie, and for a moment, darkness threatened to overwhelm her.


    To her, that sounded no better than a coin toss.


    How could anyone put a life on the line so carelessly?


    Trusting someone as enigmatic as Hurst felt nearly impossible.


    Amusement twinkled in his eyes as Hurst shrugged. “There are too many variables in y. If you need certainty, Ms. Hudson, perhaps you’d rather find another surgeon.”


    The answer hit Sadie like a p, leaving her chest tight with unspoken fury.


    Teeth clenched, she fought to steady herself.


    At this point, what choice did she have except to ce her faith in Hurst, unpredictable as he was?


    The weight of powerlessness pressed down, threatening to swallow her whole. After a deep breath and a moment of inner reckoning, she opened her eyes with a determination that burned away every doubt.


    “When do we start?”


    With her resolve in as day, Hurst stood upright, dusting off invisible specks from his shirt. “The day is almost over. I need to make a few preparations first.”


    Hurst flicked his eyes to his watch. “Tomorrow morning.”


    Sadie gave a quiet nod, her silence a fragile dam holding back a tide of irritation.


    A sly, unreadable smile tugged at Hurst’s lips. “I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll excuse myself.”


    Without another word, he pivoted and strolled off with unhurried ease.


    Sadie didn’t bother watching him go.


    It was as if the air had been pulled from her lungs—every ounce of strength drained.


    She sank into the nearest chair, wrapped in a heavy cloak of weariness that pressed down on her like dusk falling fast.


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    Just then, the sound of familiar footsteps broke through the silence.


    Tina emerged, worry etched into her features.


    “Sadie, the situation at the clinic’s been handled. The guests at the opening were reassured, and the scene’s been cleaned up—no further injuries.” She hesitated, her voice faltering slightly before she continued, “Ms. Hudson… our team reported that Hurst took Stuart to that old paint factory on the outskirts. Should we keep tracking him?”


    Sadie slowly shook her head, her exhaustion visible in every gesture. “That won’t be necessary, Tina.”


    Stuart’s fate no longer mattered.


    Whatevery between him and Hurst was theirs to settle.


    All that upied her mind now was Noah.


    Driven by the need to make sure everything stayed under control—or maybe just to feel like she still had some control—Sadie straightened her posture, gathering what little strength she had left.


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