Chapter 839

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He did not look up. “The shards might cut you.”
She immediately understood what he meant.
He was… trying to protect her?
Her throat tightened.
Her eyes burned with the sting of unshed tears. She watched his crouched figure, hands carefully collecting the sharp fragments. A part of her wanted to scoff—to call his concern a performance. But the sight of him like that—quiet, unflinching, real—left her stunned, her defenses cracking.
The door banged open, making her flinch.
“Linsey!” Dolores’ voice rang out. She stopped short at the doorway.
Behind her, Dustin froze mid-step.
Both of them stared at the same scene. Collin was silently gathering broken glass.
“Collin! What are you doing?” Dustin rushed over. “This isn’t something you should be handling yourself. Just let someone else take care of it.”
Collin quietly cleaned the floor, his face calm as he wrapped the glass shards in thick paper. Without looking up, he said, “It’s nothing.” Then he turned slightly to Dolores and spoke politely. “I’ll leave the rest to you.”
He had wanted to say more, but with everything going on, he knew he had no right to meddle in Linsey’s matters.
So he held back and gave Dustin a short glance. “Let’s go.”
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Dustin blinked in surprise. “Huh? We’re just leaving?”
After all, it was rare for Collin to get a moment alone with Linsey.
Dustin couldn’t understand why he was leaving so soon.
“Let’s go,” Collin repeated, his voice steady and low.
Without another word, he turned and walked out, not even glancing back.
Dustin hesitated. He looked at Dolores, unsure. But in the end, he followed Collin out.
Linsey needed rest, and with Collin gone, Dustin knew it wasn’t right for him to stay either.
Soon, the room fell quiet, with only Linsey and Dolores left inside.
Dolores sat down beside the bed. Linsey stared ahead, her eyes red, her face blank.
Dolores sighed softly.
No matter what Collin had shown, Linsey’s reaction said it all—she hadn’t let him go completely.
But now wasn’t the time to bring him up. Dolores feared it would only deepen Linsey’s pain.
After a pause, she spoke gently. “Linsey, why don’t you rest a little more? I’ll call Caylee later and ask her to look after Zander and Zenia. You don’t need to worry about the kids.”
Linsey’s eyes shifted slightly. Then she said slowly, “Dolores, I just don’t understand what Collin is trying to do.”
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