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Then, she nodded again, her fear acknowledged under Curtis' intense and deep gaze.

How could she not be afraid? Her life was barely clutched back from the jaws of death. She knew too well how precious life was.

She had seen her parents die a terrible death. At the age of six, she was forced to confront the reality of mortality far too soon. Understanding the finality of death meant she couldn't just brush aside their untimely demise.

Her parents had died under mysterious circumstances. How could she selfishly close her eyes, indulge in Curtis' love, and pretend to know nothing, continuing her life as Mrs. Richardson?

At this moment, the fear and sorrow she tasted when she was six along with the frustration and indignation of being kept in the dark for twenty years surged into Leanne.

Losing her parents who loved her the most had been a dull ache that lasted for twenty years.

With her helplessness and dilemma, everything erupted now.

The emotions were overwhelming. Her tears started rolling down silently at first. Those clear almond eyes brimming with tears, dropping like beads. Gradually, she couldn't hold back her sobs, crying harder and harder.

Curtis had never seen her cry like this before. She used to cry quietly, hardly making a sound.

With a heart full of complex emotions, he pulled her slender body into his arms, planting kisses of comfort on her head.

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voice, filled with anxious

herself, while Curtis, oblivious to the onlookers,

had already gathered downstairs, with police and reporters arriving, and onlookers forming

lab coat out, a reporter quickly moved in with

"Excuse me, can you..."

coldly uttered two words, "Move

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was clinging to the Dean's

shook off her hand and walked towards the black

fodder the next day somehow

her hospital uniform, noticing the

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