Vincent hesitated when he came across a particular photo.

Curious, Katelyn leaned over to take a peek.

This photo had been taken the night Vincent had escorted her home after she was rescued from the malfunctioning elevator. The entrance to the community where Katelyn lived featured a grand staircase leading up to a gate. With its unique design, it resembled a manor more than a simple house. A small fountain sat at the center, flanked by gardens.

That day, Katelyn wore a simple one-shoulder dress, which draped elegantly over her figure.

In the photo, Katelyn was walking ahead, with Vincent half a step behind her, his demeanor protective.

The moonlight that night was bright, casting halos around them both.

The photo was a bit blurry, making it hard to distinguish their faces. Still, their height and posture made them easily recognizable.

There was an undeniable chemistry between them. The image captured a moment in which a woman walked ahead, slowly, with a tall man behind her, guarding her.

Against the setting of the scenery, they resembled a princess and her knight.

Katelyn’s cheeks blushed instantly.

The next morning, when she woke up, she had forgotten much of what had happened in the elevator, only remembering that Vincent had taken her home.

The photo seemed to unlock a treasure chest of memories.

Vincent stared at it for a long time, a shadow of contemplation in his eyes.

Seeing it firsthand, he realized for the first time that maybe Katelyn truly was special to him.

The camera often captured the most genuine moments. He wondered if he had always been so protective of Katelyn. In that case…

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Just as Vincent was piecing his thoughts together, Katelyn fixed him with a serious look and pressed her lips together.

She said, “Thank you for helping me through so much, Mr. Adams. I’m not great at sharing my feelings, but know that you can count on me whenever you need.”

Vincent raised an eyebrow and glanced back at Katelyn.

Her eyes shimmered like lakes in autumn.

She wore minimal makeup, yet her beauty was striking.

Her red lips were particularly captivating.

Katelyn was sincere.

After thinking for a while, she acknowledged how much she had relied on Vincent.

She realized the need to repay his kindness and knew she couldn’t keep bothering him all the time.

In any relationship, whether romantic or platonic, one-sided sacrifice was never sustainable.

“As I mentioned, you shouldn’t worry about this,” Vincent said, his tone calm and controlled. He casually picked up the camera.

“Focus on your design work for now. I’ll handle the investigation and keep you updated.”

Katelyn nodded, not overthinking it.

“Alright. I just recalled the man’s name and phone number. I’ll send them to you later. He mentioned they communicated through emails. That might be our way in.”

“Okay.”

Vincent nodded casually, seemingly distracted by the latter part of her words.

Though he turned off the camera, his gaze lingered on the screen for a moment.

Katelyn and Vincent returned to the ward.

Vincent said indifferently, “I’m going to change. Please excuse me.”

“Sure.”

Katelyn stayed outside to give him privacy. As she looked up, she noticed Lise walking toward her. Lise looked exhausted, her face pale, almost blending into the wall behind her.

She had one hand pressed against her waist, a typical posture for pregnant women to relieve back pressure. However, seeing Lise adopting this stance so early—before her belly was even noticeable—seemed almost comical.

Lise called weakly, “Katelyn…”

Katelyn frowned, her expression clearly showing distaste. She could hardly tolerate it any longer. The Bailey family seemed united in making trouble for her at every turn.

She was so fed up with everything.

With a stern expression, Katelyn inquired, “What do you want?”

Lise managed a softer smile, her hand resting on her waist as she let out a sigh.

“Katelyn, I can tell you’re upset. I wanted to apologize.”

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