Chapter 395

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It was only then that Dominic noticed Linsey, his shock clear at the sight of her blood-soaked clothes.
“What in the world happened to Linsey?” Dominic exclaimed. Clearly, the urgency of the situation had made Collin abandon his usual caution.
What did he just say?
Was it Gorman who harmed Linsey?
Dominic’s face mirrored his disbelief. “Gorman did this?”
Looking earnestly at Collin, Dominic questioned, “Has he discovered who you really are?”
Without responding, Collin proceeded into Dominic’s office, Linsey still in his arms.
“There’s no time to discuss this right now. Linsey’s been drugged, and she needs immediate detoxification. She’s also got a wound on her hand that I managed to clean, but it’s still dirty and might become infected. You need to bandage it quickly.”
Dominic entered behind him, shutting the door with caution.
It was evident that Collin only grew talkative when discussing Linsey. Normally, he was a man of few words.
“Got it!”
Aware of Collin’s growing impatience, which could soon turn to anger, Dominic quickly grabbed the medical supplies needed to tend to Linsey.
“What the hell happened to give Linsey such a deep wound on her palm? That son of a bitch Gorman! He’s a total asshole—truly the scum of the earth!” Dominic clenched his fists, his voice dripping with fury. Collin lingered in the silence, his words coming out in a quiet, almost haunting tone. “Linsey was drugged. She sliced her palm with a knife just to keep herself conscious.”
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Dominic’s eyes widened in shock as he heard this. As he absorbed the gravity of Linsey’s actions, his respect for her grew immensely. She was clearly no ordinary woman!
After running a blood test on Linsey, Dominic exhaled a long sigh of relief when he reviewed the results. “Thankfully, the drug’s toxins have largely cleared from her system. It must have required unbelievable fortitude to fight through this,” he remarked, his voice laden with admiration.
Handing the report to Collin, Dominic added slowly, “She’s truly extraordinary. Most people wouldn’t have had the strength to endure such an ordeal.”
Collin accepted the report, his expression a mix of pain and regret as he gazed at Linsey. He had vowed to protect her, to shield her from harm, yet here she was, getting injured again. The reality struck with a ruthless force, leaving a bitter ache behind.
As he looked at Linsey lying on the hospital bed, her eyes clenched shut and her complexion ghostly pale, Collin’s heart ached with a fierce desire to swap places and bear the agony on her behalf. After Linsey’s examination concluded, she was relocated to a quiet, private hospital room.
Collin remained glued to her bedside, refusing to leave her side for even a second. He watched intently as the pallor of her face faded away, replaced by a gradual flush of life, eager not to miss the moment her eyes fluttered open.
As the hours slipped by unmarked, his assistant materialized at the door of the hospital room, breaking the silence with a low urgency. “Mr. Riley, I have urgent news.”
Casting one lingering glance at Linsey, Collin stepped outside, his movements deliberate and gentle to avoid disturbing her peaceful slumber.
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