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    Tyler couldn’t help but chuckle at Rachel’s flustered, shy reaction. He let out a husky chuckle.

    “Come on, you’re not a kid anymore. How are you still so easy to tease? I was only joking, and you’re acting like it’s the end of the world.”

    As he spoke, he deliberately darted a nce toward Jerry and Mr. Wright.

    Rachel instinctively followed his line of sight–only to catch both of them stifling theirughter. Her face

    burned hot. If she could, she would’ve climbed into the backseat right then just ito /istitch Tyler’s mouth

    shut.

    Thankfully, the car pulled up to the hospital just in time. Rachel let out a sigh of relief.

    Once they stepped out, Rachel turned to Mr. Wright.

    “Thank you for today. I’ll follow up with you about the next steps.”

    Mr. Wright clutched the file in his hands, looking hesitant.

    Rachel noticed immediately.

    “Mr. Wright, if there’s something on your mind, you can be honest with me.”

    Mr. Wright sighed.

    “All right. Since you said that, I won’t sugarcoat it. Thewyer Howard hired–you already know his record. He’s never lost a case. We don’t stand a chance against him. To be frank, I don’t rmend you fight this battle at all.”

    He paused before adding gravely, “But if you insist, you’ll need to be prepared for two things. First, that thewsuit could drag on for a long time with no quick resolution, and second, that the odds of losing are very real. We’re not dealing with an ordinary attorney here.”

    Bet was practically a living legend.

    Rachel didn’t respond right away. She needed time to think. Maybe there was still evidence connected to Sasha that could turn things around.

    “I’ll consider it carefully. Once I’ve made a decision, I’ll call you.”

    “That works.”

    After Mr. Wright left, Rachel and Tyler started toward the hospital entrance, Jerry following close behind.

    They had barely taken a few steps when Tyler stopped and turned to face Jerry.

    “If there’s nothing else, you should head back.”

    Jerry frowned, his expression firm and serious as he answered, “If I leave, how will Rachel get back to the hotelter? She’s been exhausted these past few days. It wouldn’t be safe for her to drive.”

    He looked Tyler up and down. Finally, his gazended on Tyler’s injured leg.

    “And frankly, Mr. Hunt, you don’t look like you’re in any shape to drive either.”

    Tyler pursed his lips. “We’ll manage.”

    But Jerry brushed past him without hesitation. “You don’t need to get rid of me, Mr. Hunt. I only take

    orders from Rachel.”

    The unspoken message was clear.

    No one but Rachel could tell Jerry what to do.

    Tyler froze for a moment, thenughed sarcastically.

    “Loyal to the core, aren’t you?”

    It hit him that Rachel had basically ced a rival right at his side.

    Rachel, meanwhile, was oblivious to the subtle sh between the two men. Her mind was too preupied with Gerald.

    What if something really had happened to him? It would be her fault.

    Perhaps her tongue had just gotten too sharptely–two old men, back–to–back, ending up in the hospital

    after facing her.

    Guided by the directions Jim had given, Rachel walked into Gerald’s ward.

    He was lying there in a hospital gown, hooked up to an IV drip. His face looked pale, and he was still

    unconscious.

    It seemed he had been through a real shock.

    When Sasha spotted Rachel, she immediately rolled her eyes. She started speaking sarcastically right

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