Neil’s expression grew grim as he glared at Katelyn. “I’ll figure this out myself. I don’t need you telling me what’s what,” he replied.
“I’ll make sure Lise pays for all of it. She won’t come out of this unscathed!” Katelyn said with conviction.
Exhausted from the ordeal, Katelyn leaned back against the headboard, visibly drained.
With a mix of emotions clouding his face and words left unspoken, Neil finally turned his wheelchair and exited the room.
Silence settled over the room, leaving Katelyn to wrestle with her thoughts.
With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, letting the recent events play back in her mind. Ironically, it was Neil who had, without intending to, ended up saving her life.
If he hadn’t stepped in when he did, Katelyn was sure Lise would have taken her life.
Fatigue settled heavily upon her, and Katelyn drifted into a deep, uninterrupted sleep. By the time she opened her eyes again, night had already fallen outside. With a bit of strength returning, she pushed herself upright and took in the cold, sterile look of the hospital room. It struck her that she hadn’t asked the doctor how long she’d been asleep. Even stranger, though, was that Vincent was nowhere to be seen.
At that moment, a nurse stepped in to adjust her IV. With a gentle tone, she asked, “Miss Bailey, are you still feeling weak? You were out for a full day. You’ll need to eat something to build your strength back up.”
Katelyn’s eyes widened, and she frowned in surprise. “I was out for a whole day?” she asked, astonished.
“Yes. Actually, it’s a day and a half to be precise. The doctor who operated on you mentioned they discovered a high level of poison in your system. It’s honestly a miracle you made it through. If it weren’t for that gentleman who took the risk to suck out the poisoned blood himself, you might not have—” the nurse explained.
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One detail struck Katelyn like a bolt. Her eyes locked onto the nurse, and she asked urgently, “Wait—did you just say someone helped by sucking out the poisoned blood?” Could it have been Vincent?
With sudden urgency in her eyes, Katelyn pressed, “Who was he? Was he tall and slim, with a refined look? Has he been here at the hospital recently?”
“Yes!” the nurse replied, nodding. “I think his last name is Adams.”
It was Vincent!
The realization struck Katelyn like a blow to the chest. It was really him!
Most people had no idea, but Katelyn knew all too well about Sophia’s skill with poisons. The instant the poisoned dart hit her, Katelyn had accepted her fate, giving her last instructions. But Vincent had risked everything to save her, pulling the poison out himself. Such a choice could have cost him his life, yet he was willing to make it for her.
Looking back, this wasn’t the first time Vincent had put himself in danger to protect her. Katelyn knew she could never repay the debt she owed him.
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