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I sighed, turning to Mark. "Mark, thanks for everything today. And this injury... you got it because of me. If there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to call."

"Sure."

Mark offered a light smile, glancing towards the direction of the emergency room. "Since Mr. Ford is with you, I'll head off. I'll be around Vista Town for a while, so feel free to reach out if you need anything." "Take care and get well soon, Mr. Larson."

Gregory, with his casual charm, slung his arm around my shoulders. "If she needs anything, I'm here. Chances are she won't be needing to trouble Mr. Larson."

Mark arched an eyebrow, "We'll see about that."

After a brief farewell, Mark left.

His departure left my thoughts entangled with worries for my grandmother, unsure of her condition inside the emergency room. Kane said the medication given to her wasn't immediately deadly. But if it was poison, the antidote wouldn't be easily obtained... My thoughts were a tangled mess.

The comforting hand on my shoulder gave a gentle squeeze. "Worried about Ramona?"

"Yeah." I nodded, voicing my concern. "Just when she was on the mend, this happens. I'm not sure if she can withstand this..."

"Let's wait for the doctor's word," Gregory suggested, hugging me and smoothing out my disheveled hair. "Don't worry, your grandma has always been a fighter. Plus, whatever comes our way, we'll face it together."

found a sliver of

Ramona could emerge,

straight to the chase. "Didn't catch him?"

a river behind the factory. The guy's a strong swimmer, jumped right in. We searched up and down the river, and scoured the nearby areas too. Nothing." "Greg, I'm sorry for not being thorough enough. I'll take

"Take

puzzled.

the safest," Gregory succinctly explained, then pressed, "Did you

"Not a word."

ét

guy is, his men are tight-lipped. But I noticed they all have the same tattoo

out of the hospital,

vanished as he made a call, his

he hung up without another word,

located in the city center, the mansion was near

car sped off, the assistant catching glimpses of

wanting to provoke him but needing to ask, the assistant ventured, "Mr. Larson, PL Group is asking what their next step