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*****As Richard stepped in, he suspiciously found the place was empty. His senses heightened, every shadow seemed to move, every creak a warning. Suddenly, he heard Ana's voice, crying for help.Richard hurriedly followed the sound, arriving at a shadowy hallway where a single, heavy door stood. His eyes sharply looked around as he called out, "Ana, are you here?!""Richard, is it you?!" Ana's voice rang out, a mix of joy and relief."Yes, it's me," Richard replied, his voice steady. The sound brought a wave of relief over Ana, who wiped her tears with a trembling smile. She had scarcely hoped to hear his voice so soon and now couldn't hold back her desire to embrace him."I thought you wouldn't come," Ana confessed, her voice trembling with a mix of jealousy and hurt. "I've seen you with other girls, holding hands with them." Her eyes, usually so strong, now brimmed with tears she couldn't hold back. Despite her efforts to appear indifferent, the sight of Richard with other women h
***** Richard did not heed Ana's words, continuing to fight against the four men with relentless determination. Meanwhile, George and two others found themselves trapped in a room, locked away by Jerry's men. It was from here that they had heard Ana's earlier cries for help. "Shit! I am sure the boss and Miss Ana are in trouble. We have to do something," George muttered, rubbing his forehead in frustration. "What can we do? There's no window, just this door," one of the men who had come with George and Richard said, his voice edged with panic. George took a deep breath, a plan forming in his mind. "Alright, listen up," he said firmly, his eyes narrowing with resolve. "Here's what we're going to do. I'll shoot at the door continuously to weaken it. You two stand against the wall. As soon as the door opens, spread this powder." He pulled out a small pouch from his pocket. "Cover your mouths when you do it. Be careful—I don't want any of us to fall unconscious." The men nodded in und
*****"Anyone, please, help!" Ana shouted, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. She knew how crucial it was to get Richard to the hospital.Jerry staggered to his feet, gingerly touching his broken jaw and bleeding nose. Richard's powerful punches had left his face mangled. He looked terrifying, and so did his thoughts. As he turned his head, he saw the gun lying on the floor. Dragging his feet, he picked it up, his hand trembling slightly. He aimed it at Ana, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "Stop crying, Ana," Jerry said hoarsely. "No one's coming to save you."Ana's eyes widened in fear, but she held her ground. "Jerry, please, he needs help. You don't have to do this."Jerry laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and grating. "Do you think I care? He deserved it. And now, it's your turn to suffer."Jerry was about to pull the trigger and kill Ana, consumed by the thought, "If she can't be his, then she should not be alive."Ana, on the other hand, closed her eyes, wrapping
"I had very carefully put Ana to bed last night," Sonia said with confidence. "I'm sure whatever happened must have occurred this morning. At the same time, I messaged Jackson and asked him to send you home," she explained, her voice steady. She had left Ana safely in another room before heading over to Mason's room. However, when she returned to Ana's room in the morning, she didn't find her there, which made her think Ana might have left for home. Phoebe looked puzzled. "So, you're saying Ana was fine when you left her?" "Yes," Sonia confirmed. "I made sure she was safe and asleep. I wouldn't have left her otherwise." Phoebe's voice quivered as she spoke, "I'm sorry if I sound judgmental, but I can't shake this feeling that I should have been more careful last night." Tears welled up in her eyes as she fretted over what could have happened to Ana while she was safe at home. Sonia responded with empathy, "I understand. Right now, all we can do is hope and pray for the best." She r
*****"Ana," Phoebe called softly, tugging lightly at Ana's hand as she stepped out in her surgical gown."Are you really sure about this?" Phoebe's voice trembled with concern. "What if Richard doesn't even remember you? Do you want to go through with it so hastily?" Her eyes were filled with worry, her brow furrowed as she stared at Ana's face for reassurance."His life means everything to me," Ana said, taking a deep breath. "Right now, it doesn't matter to me whether he recognizes me when he wakes up or not. I'll accept whatever fate has in store for us."Phoebe looked at her friend, noticing the cold, almost clinical expression on Ana's face. It was a look she'd seen before—one Ana wore whenever she prepared for a major work. Ana believed that feelings and emotions had no place in critical moments, and today was no exception."But Ana," Phoebe pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation, "how can you be so detached about this? This isn't just any operation. This is Richard. Your R
******It had been two long days since Richard was staying to the emergency room. Following the surgery, Ana had instructed everyone that he needed ample time to rest and recover, so they had purposefully kept him sedated to aid his healing process.On the morning of the third day, Richard's fingers twitched, signaling the first signs of awakening. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the room coming into soft focus around him. As his vision cleared, he noticed an abundance of flowers surrounding his bed, their vibrant colors filling the room.He sat up with a cold expression, immediately sensing something was amiss. Reaching up, his hand brushed the side of his head, where he discovered a significant chunk of hair missing. Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to piece together what had happened.Just then, a nurse entered the room, her cheerful demeanor contrasting with his bewilderment. "Sir, you're awake! We've been expecting this. How are you feeling?" she asked with a bright smile."Wha
******Ana blushed further, like a young girl who had just felt her heart flutter upon hearing the truth from the man she had taken a liking to."Then who was that girl with you, and why did you let her touch you?" Ana asked, her brow furrowed in displeasure."She was Mr. Warner's daughter," Richard explained gently. "I met with her to discuss the letters from our fathers. Her touching me was accidental. I quickly moved away, worried my body might react again. It wasn't the right time to fall ill," he added with a soft smile."The blood clot in your brain was the reason for this unusual reaction in your body. It was never your disease," Ana revealed the truth to Richard.Richard smiled lightly, causing Ana to raise her eyebrows in confusion. "What’s so funny about what I said?" she asked."Are you hiding something from me?" Ana probed, her voice tinged with concern."No, I'm not hiding anything," Richard replied, his smile fading into a more serious expression. "When I read the letter
****** "Are you alright?" Sonia asked Mason, who had just undergone surgery to remove a bullet from his arm. Despite his critical condition, no one had come to visit him except for Selena. "I don’t need your sympathy," Mason replied coldly. "Knowing about my health won’t gain you anything. You can leave." Sonia frowned, feeling hurt by his harsh words. "Mason, I’m not here to gain anything. I was with you the entire time, talking to the doctors and making sure you were okay." Mason’s expression softened slightly, but he quickly masked it with a scowl. "Why would you do that? I didn’t ask for your help." Sonia took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. "You didn’t have to ask. I care about you, Mason. I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing while you were fighting for your life." Mason looked away, his jaw tightening. "You shouldn’t care. It only makes things more complicated." Sonia stepped closer, her eyes filled with determination. "Why? Why does it have to be complicat