Chapter 425

Chapter 425:

“Mr. Flynn.”

The door swung open as Phillips stepped inside.

Eric knew he had something important to say. Without hesitation, he rose to his feet. His gaze lingered on Hadley for a moment before he whispered, “I’ll be back soon.”

Naturally, she didn’t respond. She was deep in sleep.

Outside, Eric slipped his hands into his pockets. “What did you find?”

Phillips had been looking into what had caused Hadley’s sudden illness. It wasn’t out of suspicion—he simply wanted to understand what had happened. But what Phillips uncovered was unexpected.

“Hadley ate with the troupe tonight. They all had the same food provided by the resort.”

“And yet, only Hadley got sick?”

“Exactly.” Phillips nodded. “There was one detail, though. A woman named Alita Reed handed her a glass of juice. From what I gathered, she’s had it out for Hadley for a while.”

Eric’s expression hardened.

“So, she spiked the drink.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a conclusion.

Upon hearing the urgency in Eric’s voice, Phillips immediately grasped the situation. “Mr. Flynn, do we need to intervene?”

Eric affirmed with a subtle nod. “Yes.”

After all, he couldn’t ignore such a significant risk near Hadley. This incident involved severe abdominal pain during a typhoon that had shut down all traffic. The potential disaster had been narrowly averted thanks to his timely intervention.

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Alita’s malice was clear.

At the same time, Denver made his way to the hospital urgently.

“Has someone named Hadley been admitted recently?”

“Yes, she’s currently in Emergency Observation Room 3.”

“Thanks!” Denver expressed his gratitude.

Upon entering the quiet observation room, he moved cautiously toward the bed and took a seat beside it. “Hadley…”

Denver grasped her hand tenderly, his voice low and concerned. “I’m sorry for arriving late… I’m relieved to see you’re alright…” There was a faint movement of Hadley’s hand within his.

“Hadley?” Denver’s voice showed his surprise. “Can you hear me?”

She grimaced slightly, her eyelids fluttering open. “Denver… is that you?” The pain had clouded her awareness, leaving only fragments of memory of being carried swiftly to the hospital.

It was unexpected yet somehow anticipated. It could only be Denver who would come to her help like this.

Through the storm, with all routes shut down, he alone would defy the odds for her.

“Yes, I’m here.” Denver confirmed, his face shadowed by concern. “Apologies for the delay. How do you feel now?”

Her voice was weak but filled with warmth. “Much better, thank you.” She paused, a mix of confusion and gratitude in her eyes. “How did you find out I was in trouble?”

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