Graham's sense of leaving his body overwhelmed him. He felt weightless, suspended in the emergency room, watching the frantic doctors and his lifeless body below. He sighed, sensing a pending release.

His mind remained clear, but he lacked the will to fight for his life.

The conflict with Wesley had triggered this predicament.

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A few hours earlier.

Wesley was already a mess following his divorce from Nicole and had sunk even lower. It was that fateful day that Graham accidentally crossed paths with Wesley while the former was drowning his sorrows in a small bar.

A heated argument escalated into a physical brawl.

Wesley was sharp-eyed. He swiftly recognized Graham as the heir of the Bayers and used Maisie's situation to taunt him.

Enraged, Graham threw a punch. Despite initiating the fight, he was no match for the larger, stronger Wesley, who sent him to the emergency room.

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shake the memory

keep a woman! Did Daniel steal her from you,

been

worthless. Even your fiancee can be stolen by another. You can't even be called

into his body. The nearby electrocardiogram monitor started beeping, and the nearly flat line turned

his brow. "The patient's heart rate has returned. Administer the

tightly shut eyes

did Wesley possess such knowledge about Daniel and Maisie's relationship? Could there

He couldn't die—he couldn't let Daniel manipulate him in vain.

Although the house was well-heated, the living room couch was hardly a comfortable place to sleep. Watching Daniel endure chilly nights under a thin blanket on the couch tugged at Maisie's

sneezed multiple times, Maisie stood at the bedroom door, her voice soft as

softly, revealing his reason for staying in the living room. It was the closest room to her, and he wanted to be near her at all times. Besides, sleeping

I won't catch a cold. Plus, I want to be close

skipped a beat, and

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