Upon arriving, Vincent saw Katelyn instructing her men to handle the situation. She knelt on the ground, directing one of her men to shine a flashlight on Samuel’s injuries.

Samuel had been stabbed twice, and the wounds were bleeding heavily. His clothes were drenched in blood, presenting a gruesome sight.

As Vincent approached, Samuel tried to speak, but overwhelming weakness silenced him. He opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again in despair.

Katelyn instructed Samuel firmly, “Don’t move, or you’ll worsen your injuries. Conserve your energy!”

The wounds Samuel sustained were critical. Both stabs had hit his back, dangerously close to vital organs. Immediate medical attention was crucial to prevent fatal outcomes. Without swift surgical intervention, Samuel’s life was at stake.

Vincent had already prepared a car, ready to move on Katelyn’s command.

Katelyn managed to control the bleeding momentarily and urgently commanded, “Get to the hospital, now!”

The ride was rough in a private car, lacking the smooth suspension of an ambulance, which only added to Samuel’s suffering.

Upon reaching the hospital, Katelyn swiftly prepared Samuel for what would be a difficult and lengthy surgery.

Three exhausting hours later, Katelyn emerged from the surgery room, nearly collapsing from fatigue.

Outside, Vincent was waiting with a cup of coffee, which Katelyn gratefully sipped, slowly regaining some strength.

Vincent, visibly concerned yet composed, asked, “How is he? Is he safe now?” His anxiety was evident, though he masked it to keep Katelyn from worrying further.

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Leaning against the wall outside the surgery room, Katelyn let out a weary sigh. “Working for you is dangerously high-risk, Vincent. He’s stable now. You don’t have to worry.”

Just a few days ago, Samuel had been recovering from being poisoned, and now he had been stabbed. It was fortunate Katelyn was there; he might not have made it otherwise.

Katelyn turned to Vincent seriously and said, “You should consider giving him a raise.”

Even though Samuel worked for Vincent, he could no longer endure being injured over and over.

Vincent responded with a resigned yet relieved smile. “Well, that’s the least I can do.”

Vincent treated everyone who worked for him with generosity. They all risked their lives for him, and he couldn’t stand by while being stingy with money as his subordinates fought for him.

Katelyn nodded in approval, then shifted the topic. “What about Sophia? Is she still alive?”

While Katelyn had hoped to extract information from Sophia, she prioritized Samuel’s life above everything else.

At the mention of Sophia, Vincent’s expression hardened. “Yes, she’s still alive, but…”

Vincent hesitated, weighing his words carefully. “It’s a bit complicated. You should see it for yourself after you’ve rested.”

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