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    As Reba opened her mouth to reply, Esteban covered it with his hand.


    He refused to listen to her madness any longer. Could she ever face the truth, admit her failures? Esteban had his doubts. She was likely nning her next scheme.


    But now he had her cornered, and he was determined to ensure she could never harm anyone again.


    His eyes found Elyse on the stage, and a genuine smile appeared on his face.


    “A bomb overhead, yet there she is ying the violin. How much does she cherish that instrument?” he whispered to himself.


    Still, he felt a deep sense of gratitude towards Elyse. Her ingenious tactic had captured the global spotlight with the concert.


    Workers had removed the debris from a copsed wall, allowing medical teams to assist the wounded and then the others.


    Just as thest of the evacuees were assisted out, Elyse’s legs buckled, and she fell dramatically, her body giving in to the stress, fatigue, and sheer relief.


    Chloe, hobbling towards the stage with her injured leg, reached Elyse. Elyse gasped upon seeing Chloe’s blood-streaked face.


    “Chloe! What happened?”


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    Chloe wiped at her face, only making the blood smear more. “Got stuck under some debris. cked out for a while, then woke up and started looking for you.”


    Helping Chloe to stand, Elyse draped an arm around her for support.


    “We need to get you to medical attention.”


    Concerned, Chloe inquired, “Are you alright?”


    Elyse looked down at herself. “I’m fine. It looks worse on you.”


    They began to make their way to the exit, but a wave of dizziness halted Elyse after just a few steps.


    Chloe had an uneasy feeling. “Elyse, are you really okay?”


    Elyse looked down at herself again. “I’m fine. It looks worse on you.” They continued walking, but the dizziness returned, causing Elyse to stumble.


    Chloe’s concern deepened. “Elyse, are you sure you’re okay?”


    Elyse gave a weak nod, but a sudden itch in her nose prompted her to touch it, only to find her fingers smeared with blood.


    “Why am I bleeding like this?”


    “You don’t have any internal injuries, do you?” Chloe asked, her voice tinged with panic.


    “I don’t believe so,” Elyse replied, sounding uncertain. “I just passed out. I wasn’t struck by anything.”


    As they spoke, Elyse’s legs gave out, and she copsed to the ground.


    Chloe was rmed and eximed, “What’s happening to you?”


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