RYAN

Standing over the unconscious man, the one we had been waiting on for what felt like forever to wake up from his coma, I couldn't help but scrutinize his face. His features stirred something deep in my memory, yet I couldn't place him. In my lifetime, I've met countless people, which might explain why I couldn't recognize him outright. But still, there was something oddly familiar about him. Where had I seen that face before?

Turning to Amell, who stood quietly beside me, I broke the silence. "Where did you say you know this man from?"

Amell's eyes remained fixed on the motionless figure. "I don't know him personally," he said after a pause. "I needed a driver after I broke my ankle-someone who could also help my sister. That's when he showed up, practically begging me to give him a job. So, I hired him." I shot him a sharp look. "You hired him just like that? No background check? No questions asked?"

"Are you serious right now?" I snapped. "You hired someone for a job as personal as driving-having him cart you and your sister around and you didn't know a thing about him?"

Amell shook his head, unfazed by my outrage. "He's the only one left in his family," he said. "The guy's been to jail, sure, but he served his time. He's a free man now."

I froze for a moment, my brain struggling to process what I had just heard. Slowly, I turned my head to look at him. "Are you kidding me right now?" I demanded. "You knew he had been to jail, and you still took him in to drive you around?" Amell shrugged nonchalantly. "And so what if he's been to jail?"

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my temper in check. "I'm not one to judge," I began, my voice steady but cold. "But I am one to be cautious. What exactly did he go to jail for?"

Without a hint of hesitation, Amell rolled one shoulder and casually picked up the chart in his hand, studying what appeared to be a scan result. "Murder," he said, as if he were commenting on the price of groceries. "He went to jail for murder."

"Murder?" The word barely escaped my lips before my entire body stiffened. It took every ounce of restraint I had not to grab Amell by the collar and shake some sense into him. My fists clenched at my sides, and I felt my patience slipping away. "You mean to tell me," I said through gritted teeth, "that you hired a man convicted of murder-a murderer-to drive you around? And not just you, but my wife and kids too? Are you out of your damn mind?"

Amell looked up from the chart, completely unfazed. "He did his time. People deserve second chances."

I stared at him, dumbfounded. My mind raced with thoughts of what could have happened, the risks he had taken without a second thought. This wasn't just carelessness-it was recklessness. "A second chance doesn't mean you hand him the keys to your car and trust him with your family!" I snapped, my voice rising despite my attempt to stay calm. "You put everyone at risk for what? To feel good about yourself?"

change, but I wasn't done. I wasn't

and faced the consequences of his actions," Amell said, his voice calm. "I didn't see any reason to punish him again for his past

and my sister around for a while without a single issue. That's why I suggested he drive Lily and the boys. I couldn't have

making sense to me. His reasoning felt too casual, too dismissive for a situation as serious as this. I crossed my arms, my jaw tightening as I fired back. "Well,

unreadable as he dropped the image he'd been holding back onto the table. Folding his arms, he continued to stare at the man in

if you don't have anything useful

down. "I'm just saying, you shouldn't bank all your hope on him having

room creaked open, and one of my security team members stepped inside. He leaned in close, lowering his

push down the weight of everything happening. "Let her in," I said curtly. If she wanted to see

patients

them wakes up, have one of the nurses call me." Without

and my rising

seconds later, the door opened again, and my mother stepped inside. The moment I saw her, my defenses, so carefully built up over the past hours, came crashing

even think, I closed the distance between us. She opened her arms, and I walked straight into her embrace, burying my face in the familiar comfort of her neck. For

to break down in front of Lily. I have to be strong for her, for both of us. Someone has to keep it together, someone has to control their emotions and offer the reassurance the other needs. That someone is me. "They will be fine," my mother said softly, patting my back as she

they didn't. Hell, I would lose my mind if they didn't. Our lives,

same.

shifted to the unconscious man on the

turned to look at Clover, his face pale and motionless. "Yes," I said

and Clover with careful steps. When she reached him, she leaned in, then, as if struck by something, she

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