Chapter 663

Chapter 663:

Hadley dismissed his apology with a shake of her head. She would never have pursued the thief if she had known it might endanger Denver.

“Here’s a cab. Let’s go.”

“Got it.”

While on the way to the cinema, Eric’s phone rang. It was Sebastian on the line.

“Sebastian. I’m close by.”

“Mr. Flynn,” Sebastian said, a note of confusion in his voice. “I arrived at the agreed time, but there’s no sign of Miss Hadley, and she’s not answering her phone.”

What?

A crease formed between Eric’s brows. “Understood, I’ll try her number.”

“Alright.”

Eric ended the call and immediately dialed Hadley’s number. As Sebastian had reported, there was no answer.

Could Hadley be upset about something?

Refusing to give up, Eric tried once more. This time, the call connected.

“Hadley,” Eric responded, a wave of relief washing over him. “I’m nearing the cinema. Where are you exactly? Are you still inside? Which exit should I head to?”

Hadley’s response caught Eric off guard.

“I’m not at the cinema.”

Surprised and uneasy, Eric asked, “Where are you then?”

“At the hospital.” Hadley disclosed without hesitation, explaining the circumstances.

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“Understood, I’ll be there shortly.”

Ending the call, frustration clouded Eric’s typically composed expression. Not Denver again.

When would this cycle break?

At the hospital.

Upon his arrival, Eric found Hadley assisting Denver to a bench outside the emergency room. They had just consulted with the doctor.

Denver’s condition was graver than initially assumed. The knife wound was deep, posing a risk of nerve damage, and surgery was imminent to repair the injury.

Hadley was overwhelmed by guilt and regret. Why did disaster strike every time Denver crossed paths with her? She muttered, distraught, “This is all my fault.”

“Don’t blame yourself,” Denver insisted gently, unable to stand seeing her distressed. “I wasn’t stabbed by you. The fault lies with the thief, not with you.”

“Denver…”

Tears brimmed in Hadley’s eyes as she looked at him.

His compassion seemed boundless, as if he was incapable of feeling bitterness or holding grudges, no matter the circumstances.

How was it possible for someone to maintain such a generous spirit?

“Please don’t cry.”

Denver initially reached for a tissue to dab her tears away himself. However, he paused, restraining himself…

He felt he no longer had the privilege to do so.

“Take this,” he said instead, offering her the tissue. “Dry your tears. I’m going to need you to help me out here.”

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