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    Samuel’s observation was spot on.

    Someone had indeed drugged Vincent at the dinner, and it had been done quite discreetly.

    Vincent’s gaze was icy. “Look into it. After we uncover the truth, remove them all.”

    “Yes, sir,” Samuel nodded before exiting, leaving Vincent and Katelyn alone in the room.

    Katelyn, seated next to Vincent, looked at him worriedly.

    “Do you still feel ufortable? Should I call the doctor?”

    Vincent, resting against the bed’s headboard, slowly shook his head. Hisplexion was pale, and his expression grave, yet his eyes remained piercingly sharp.

    He nced at her, his voice softer as he smiled.

    “Thank you for yesterday.”

    Vincent was unaware of the exact moment he had been drugged. He was relieved that Katelyn had helped him sidestep a trap that could have had graver consequences.

    Katelyn responded warmly, “Don’t worry about it. You saved my life after all.”

    Vincent, raising an eyebrow, smiled back. “Does that mean we’re even?”

    “To be exact, I’m still in your debt. You saved my life more than once, and I doubt I could ever fully repay you,” Katelyn replied, smiling.

    Vincent’s smile widened, though he remained silent.

    He found himself in a high-end VIP ward, spacious and well-appointed.

    Silence filled the room, yet it felt far from empty. Neither of them felt awkward. They seemed to understand each other’s thoughts, sharing smiles.

    This was an intimacy Katelyn had never felt with Neil, even when they were married.

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    Theirmunication resembled two people who had met long ago.

    She treasured having a friend who understood her so deeply.

    She retrieved herptop from her bag and eyed the thermos.

    “I brought soup for you. Have some while I keep working,” Katelyn said, thoughtfully serving him a bowl of soup.

    The broth filled the white porcin bowl, scenting the ward with its robust aroma.

    The door remained slightly ajar.

    From the hallway, Neil watched Katelyn and Vincent interact. His mood darkened, feeling trapped and irritated. He was seething, barely containing his desire tosh out.

    Katelyn’s calm demeanor left him feeling utterly powerless. After hesitating for a moment, he pushed the door open with decisive force.

    His gaze swept coldly from Vincent to Katelyn, his anger barely masked.

    “Katelyn, have you forgotten? I’m your husband, and you’re flirting with another man while I’m right next door?”

    A look of revulsion crossed Katelyn’s face, and she scoffed disdainfully.

    “With you?”

    Holding the bowl, Vincent shot Neil a sharp look. He was taken aback to realize they were in the hospital, on the same floor.

    Neil’s tone was usatory, as if he had caught them in an act of betrayal. “How can you equate the two? You’re my wife, yet you neglect me and care for another man. Isn’t that proof of your unfaithfulness?”

    Impatiently, Katelyn snapped back, “Think what you will. From your perspective, we’re both unfaithful. So, let’s end this. I don’t want your money anyway.”

    Seeing Neil always stirred her anger. She detested his greed the most. He seemed to expect both Lise and her to attend to him.

    Unable to take it anymore, Neil spoke icily.

    “You think divorcing me to be with him is an option? Never. I’ll expose you to the world for this affair.”

    It was clear to him now that his emotions stemmed from a desire for revenge against Katelyn.

    At that moment, Vincentmented calmly, “The soup you made is really delicious.”

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