Katelyn noticed Bernie’s pointed look and found herself trapped in an impossible situation. Treating the child would expose her carefully concealed medical expertise, but inaction meant watching an innocent life slip away before her eyes. Katelyn was caught in a dilemma.

A suspicion flickered across her mind—perhaps this entire scenario was part of Bernie’s elaborate orchestration. But… Bernie shouldn’t have been involved in what happened back then, right? Chester’s intelligence had never implicated him. So why, then, did Bernie pursue Hades with such singular determination?

At that crucial moment, the little girl’s eyes fluttered open weakly, and her faint voice barely reached Katelyn’s ears as she whispered, “Mommy, save me…”

Katelyn’s chest tightened, her heart feeling as though it were being crushed. She couldn’t simply stand by and watch a young girl’s life slip away right before her. The girl’s eyes were wide and clear, filled with an innocence that tugged at Katelyn’s soul.

Bernie, visibly anxious, stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the unfolding drama.

Around them, a crowd had formed, yet none moved to assist.

Driven by a deep sense of urgency, Katelyn approached the girl. She took hold of the girl’s leg, steadying her, and raised her voice to the onlookers. “Could someone please rush to the pharmacy at the mall entrance and grab some hemostatic medicine and bandages?” Though Katelyn carried the necessary supplies in her bag, she chose not to disclose this. Besides, the pharmacy was nearby, ensuring quick access to the supplies.

A few compassionate souls stepped forward from the gathered crowd. “I’ll go!” one volunteered, already darting toward the pharmacy. Within minutes, he returned with the necessary supplies.

Katelyn took the hemostatic medicine and bandages, her hands unsteady as she began tending to the wound. She deliberately made her movements appear clumsy, as if she only knew a little basic first aid.

ｍ?ｅ ｕｄｔｅｓ ｎ ｌ?ｖｌ.

Bernie watched Katelyn closely, trying to discern if her apparent lack of finesse was genuine or a facade.

As Katelyn applied the disinfectant, she deliberately pressed too hard, eliciting a sharp reaction from the injured girl. “I’m so sorry! I’ll be more careful,” Katelyn apologized, her voice sincere. “I don’t have much experience with this.”

Even as Katelyn applied the medicine, she pretended to struggle, spilling some in the process. Her bandaging was far from neat, slightly better than what an untrained person might manage.

Bernie’s eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering in his expression. Katelyn seemed to possess some medical knowledge, but her execution was far from polished. Was she truly this inexperienced?

Despite the haphazard treatment, Katelyn’s efforts were not in vain; the bleeding eventually subsided, stabilizing the girl’s condition and averting immediate danger.

Meanwhile, Hilary and his son had successfully caught the perpetrator. However, instead of detaining him for questioning as Katelyn had intended, they found…

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