Seymour’s heart warmed. Just having Katelyn there beside him was all he needed. With a gentle smile, he nodded at her.

“Don’t worry. Go ahead.”

Katelyn gave a small nod in reply. She made her way over to Vincent, her voice gentle as she asked, “Shall we leave?” Vincent looked at Seymour for a moment before giving a small nod.

“Goodbye, Mr. Gildon.” His tone was respectful and kind. He gently guided Katelyn out of the ward, his steps slow and steady.

It wasn’t until their silhouettes vanished from sight that the smile on Seymour’s face slowly disappeared. With a slight wince, he leaned against his sore back and made his way to the computer. He quickly began scanning the news from the past few years.

He had believed those issues were buried for good. After his rescue, he hadn’t seen any reason to look into the T Organization. But now, it appeared they were still alive and well.

Katelyn had become his sole focus in this world. There was no way he would let anyone harm her.

Vincent and Katelyn were already inside the car. This time, Katelyn made sure to buckle her seatbelt right away, determined to avoid the same awkward moment as before.

Vincent turned the key in the ignition and, in a gentle tone, asked, “What do you feel like eating?”

Katelyn blinked, caught off guard. Without thinking, she checked the time. It was already past midnight—a terrible time to be thinking about food.

She recalled Seymour’s earlier words, feeling a bit distracted, and shook her head.

“I’m not hungry. Mr. Adams, please just take me home. Thank you.”

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Vincent glanced at Katelyn. Her mood had shifted. She seemed more distant now, a change that didn’t sit well with him. He furrowed his brows, a hint of confusion crossing his face.

Had Seymour said something unfavorable about him just now? Vincent didn’t ask any more questions. He simply nodded and said, “Alright.”

It had been a long day, filled with so much happening.

Katelyn stared out the window, her thoughts swirling in chaos. Slowly, her eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted off to sleep.

She woke up to the sound of Vincent closing the car door. She tried to turn toward him, but the motion caused a sharp pain in her neck. She winced, unable to stop herself.

“Ouch.”

Vincent set the things he had bought on the dashboard before reaching over to gently rub her neck.

“Take it easy. You shouldn’t rush when you just wake up.”

As his fingers made contact, Katelyn’s body stiffened at the warmth. She shifted, trying to adjust.

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