Chapter 1322

Chapter 1322:

Lowe’s throat tightened as he fought to suppress the dark implications of the scene unfolding before him.

His eyes darted to the monitor, watching as Elton strode purposefully toward Denby’s bed, coming to a halt before the unconscious figure.

Denby lay vulnerable, sustained by an IV and an oxygen mask—vital lifelines that shouldn’t be disturbed. Yet Elton’s hand reached decisively for the mask.

The medical implications were clear—removing the oxygen mask would trigger a dangerous spike in blood pressure, potentially devastating for Denby’s fragile brain.

“Commander Thatcher, I’m sorry.”

Elton’s whispered words hung in the air as his fingers grazed the mask, but before he could act, a weathered hand shot out, clasping his wrist with surprising strength.

Denby’s eyes snapped open, and while the monitoring equipment registered the change, the vital signs miraculously remained stable.

Madisyn and Andrew maintained their composure,

flickered across Elton’s face as he jerked his hand

great. I’ll fetch the doctor right away. What perfect timing—I came to visit and found

a dying flame. Those retired soldiers were still in the dark about his identity, and even if they’d told Denby

theatrical retreat with keen eyes, seeing through the carefully constructed facade

a moment.”

after thirty-some years, what’s your honest assessment

next read at

turned slowly,

Thatcher, you’ve always

before.” Denby’s words came out

explain to me why you’d bite the hand that fed you, ruthlessly trying to kill

through

ousted companion—killing his

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