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    Before long, they arrived at the hospital where Gorman was staying. As Linsey looked up at the building, a strange wave of emotion washed over her.


    It was the same ce Gorman had been rushed to after getting stabbed at the bridal shop.


    She figured that once he was out of danger, he must have faked his death on purpose—just to mislead everyone.


    But still, she found it hard to believe that all of this had been part of a scheme to get her to agree to some twisted IVF n.


    Guided by Danny, she and Collin were soon standing outside a luxury hospital room.


    “Go ahead. Mr. Green is inside,” Danny said, stopping at the door. Gorman had personally agreed to see them both. No matter how unwilling Danny was, he had no choice but to let them in.


    As Linsey pushed open the door, a sharp wave of disinfectant hit her nose.


    She frowned slightly.


    The smell wasn’t unusual for a hospital, but the stench in this room was far stronger than what she had encountered in the hallways.


    “Linsey?” A raspy voice called out, filled with both hope and disbelief. Linsey stepped further in—and froze. There he was.


    It had only been days since shest saw Gorman, yet now he looked like a shadow of the man she once knew.


    Hey in bed, pale and frail, with no color in his face.


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    Dark circles hollowed his eyes, his cheeks sunken from blood loss. Linsey could hardly match this weak, broken figure to the Gorman she once remembered—confident, strong, and always full of life.


    And then it clicked. Kylee’s de wasn’t ordinary—it was a custom-made military knife. It hadn’t killed him, but it had done serious damage.


    Now she understood why Bart and Alissa had given in to Gorman’s outrageous request.


    Seeing him like this, anyone close to him would have been shaken.


    He really did save her life.


    Gorman might have survived that, but if that de had struck her instead, she wouldn’t be here.


    From the moment Linsey walked in, Gorman never looked away from her.


    He didn’t even nce at Collin. Not that it surprised anyone.


    Catching the stunned look on her face, Gorman gave a faint, tired smile. “What’s wrong? Shocked to see I’m still breathing?”


    Linsey inhaled sharply, her chest rising with the weight of emotion.


    She stepped forward slowly, unsure of what to say.


    After a quiet pause, she finally spoke, her voice soft. “Can I sit here?”


    She nodded toward the chair beside the bed.


    Gorman’s eyes softened further, and his tone turned tender. “Of course.” Then he looked past her, straight at Collin. His warmth vanished in an instant. “Collin, you can sit on the sofa.”


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