If not for Katelyn, Samuel might not have survived the day. His heart swelled with gratitude as he gazed at her.
Attempting to sit up, his eyes conveyed deep appreciation. “Miss Bailey, thank you so much.”
Katelyn offered a gentle smile, then stood and approached Vincent. “We’re all on the same team. There’s no need for formalities.” Even if a stranger were dying, she couldn’t have ignored it, let alone someone on her side. To her, it was simply the right thing to do.
Vincent sat down in a nearby chair and motioned for Katelyn to join him, asking, “Are you hungry?”
They hadn’t eaten much earlier because of the chaos, and now no one felt like going out to get food.
Katelyn nodded eagerly. “I’m starving. How about we order some takeout?”
Vincent agreed, and Samuel had no ions, typically going along with Vincent’s decisions.
Katelyn took out her phone and launched a food delivery app. This was her first time ordering takeout since arriving in Yata.
However, upon seeing the delivery time, she frowned. “It might be quicker if we just go out. It’s showing an hour wait.”
It seemed impossible to Katelyn that trouble would find them every time they went out to eat.
Vincent noticed her eager expression and decided not to argue. He then turned to Samuel, instructing, “Stay here and rest. If anything odd happens, call me right away.”
With the recent disorder, he was taking no chances with their safety. Samuel looked concerned. “Should I arrange for some backup to accompany you?” It would add an extra layer of protection.
Katelyn shook her head dismissively. “No need, we’re just going downstairs. We’ll be back in no time.” With that, Katelyn and Vincent exited the hospital room.
Their meal went by without any incident this time. They finally managed to have a peaceful meal together.
Katelyn, truly famished, shared a plate of pasta with Vincent and ate more than usual.
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Vincent observed her with a warm smile. “Want more? There’s still some left.”
Katelyn declined, saying, “No, thanks. I’m full now.”
They packed up a meal for Samuel and headed back to his room. Once they confirmed Samuel was doing well, Katelyn and Vincent departed. Vincent had organized someone to look after Samuel, ensuring he was safe during these uncertain times.
Back at her hotel room, Katelyn decided to turn in early, aware she had surgery scheduled for the following morning, so she didn’t inquire about Mona’s condition.
While things were stable for them, Sophia was in a much more tense situation.
Her expression was stone-cold as she aimed a gun directly at Brendan’s head.
Brendan sat casually on the couch, an arm around a woman, his hand gripping her chest, his gaze taunting as he faced Sophia.
“Miss Spencer, we’re supposed to be allies. This hardly seems like the right way to foster a good partnership.”
His grip on the woman tightened; she winced but remained silent, maintaining a strained smile as she continued to indulge his whims. Sophia’s finger hovered near the trigger, her expression unyielding as she sternly said, “I don’t mind your schemes against Katelyn and Vincent, but if you drag any innocents into this, I won’t hesitate to shoot you!”
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