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Chapter 69

Blake’s POV

Audrey tumbled down the stairs before I could react. Her slight frame hit each step with sickening thuds that echoed through the marble halls, finally coming to rest in a crumpled heap at the bottom.

In that split second, it felt as if I didn’t know how to breathe. Without conscious thought, my body was already moving toward her, driven by an instinct I couldn’t understand.

But just as I had descended two steps, a voice came from behind me.

“Blake darling…” Laurel slumped to the ground, clutching her neck, her voice filled with misery. “It hurts… I can’t breathe…”

I froze mid–stride, torn between the woman lying at the bottom of the stairs and the one currently on the ground, one hand pressed dramatically to her neck. The sound of Laurel’s labored breathing filled the silence.

“I can’t breathe… Blake… please…”

Her cancer. As I thought this, my eyes drifted to where Audrey lay. She was already pushing herself up, using the banister for support.

The weight of my promise from five years ago pressed down on me like a physical thing,

I let out a sign, turned back, catching her just as her knees buckled. “Laurel? Are you alright?”

Her skin felt cold and clammy as I lifted her into my arms. She curled into me immediately, her body trembling. ‘It hurts… everything hurts…”

I didn’t respond but stared at Audrey downstairs. The sight of her managing on her own helped ease the knot of guilt in my chest. She was fine. She had to

be.

Audrey’s POV

The world tilted and spun as I struggled to push myself up from the floor. Each movement sent waves of agony through my body.

Compared to the physical pain, the grief welling up in my heart at this moment swept over me like a tidal wave. Here I was, having just tumbled down an entire flight of stairs, while Laurel played the victim in Blake’s arms.

gripped the banister tighter, forcing my trembling legs to hold my weight. A small, bitter laugh escaped my lips before

worry about me… check on Miss

don’t worry

the fact that I was even conscious was nothing short of miraculous. The height of those stairs… I should consider myself lucky to be alive at

to push her…” Her voice cracked, the picture of regret. “She was

tongue so easily. I watched as Blake pulled her closer, his protective instincts

know, he murmured.

quavered. ‘I need to hear it from Miss Sinclair herself… I need to know she forgives

with fury in my chest. After pushing me down a flight of stairs, she had the audacity

familiar edge of command. “Come

out of your mind?” I forced myself to stand straighter, ignoring

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their eyes – Blake’s cold stare and

these stairs. If I hadn’t been lucky, I’d be dead right now.” My voice came out steady. She hasn’t shown an ounce of

‘I knew it… she hates me… Blake darling…

eyes darted to Laurel’s increasingly pallid face. Within seconds, his phone

attacked her first. She just defended herself. That makes you even. Would it kill you

foolishly allowed myself to feel it all

I said calmly. “She saw me desperate to find Snow, then deliberately said those

it was barely a touch, and you know

neck. Show me these

already seen. His grip gentled as he moved her hand away, eyes narrowing as they traced the flawless skin of

his expression

hurt her,” I continued, my voice steady despite the pain. “But she made sure I hit every step on the

to the door. There was no point staying

sudden creak of the front door froze

from his hand. His eyes widened as his gaze flickered between

of the stairs and the