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    Aurora hovered by his side, guilt etched deep into her expression. “I’m so sorry, Dunn. This is my fault. I’ll call your parents and tell them—”


    “There’s no need,” Dunn interrupted gently, resting his hand on hers to stop her. “Don’t worry them. It’s really not a big deal.”


    “But they need to know about us. And I want to be the one to take care of you until you’re better.”


    Dunn replied, “They already know.”


    Her eyes widened in surprise. “You told them?”


    “Yeah.”


    “And what did they say?”


    “They told me to treat you well.” He squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry about anything. I’ve got this.”


    Aurora knew Dunn too well—he never spoke lightly or made promises he couldn’t keep. When he said, “I’ve got this,” it meant he had already mapped out every possible oue, even the worst ones.


    The fear that had wrapped itself around her chest like a cold chain loosened, reced by a quiet courage she hadn’t realized she needed.


    She looked up at him, her heart aching at the sight of the gauze. “Does it still hurt?”


    “A little.”


    “Were you scared? What if you’d really lost your sight?”


    “If it meant protecting you, I’d rather be blind.”


    Aurora was touched and a bit amused. “Are you always this good at charming people?”


    Dunn thought for a moment, then said, “It’s not charm—it’s honesty. I only speak from the heart when it’s someone I love. Guess I got that from my dad.”


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    Lynda arrived at the school gates and, just as anticipated, spotted a woman sprawled on the ground, teetering on the edge of death. She had no idea who this woman was.


    But when Dunn called and asked his friend for help, she was there. The moment she heard it was connected to Dunn, she eagerly volunteered. A crowd had already formed, but Lynda pushed through, crouching down in her high heels, indifferent to the fact that the hem of her white coat brushed the dirty pavement.


    “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice steady.


    She grabbed the woman’s clothes and turned her over. Katie was already in a semi-conscious state, and herplexion was far from that of a healthy person.


    Given Lynda’s background in cancer research, her first instinct was that this woman was battling cancer.


    Just as she was about to make a call, her phone was snatched.


    “What are you doing?”


    The person in front of her was a tall young man, with sharp features that held both youthfulness and fearlessness.


    “I was going to call an ambnce for her,” she answered.


    “No need,” Rnd handed back her phone, then stooped to lift Katie’s limp body onto his back.


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