Mr. Brooks?

Evelyn rose to answer the door and collect her delivery.

Surprisingly, the food that was delivered was exactly to her taste. A wave of warmth crossed Evelyn's otherwise cold heart.

She took out her phone, intending to thank Brooks. However, upon unlocking her phone, she remembered they hadn't exchanged numbers. As she was about to put her phone down, she noticed the note on the delivery order. At the bottom was a phone number with a message: [Call me anytime if you need anything.]

Evelyn didn't make the call. Instead, she texted him: [Mr. Brooks, I received the delivery. Thank you.]

Brooks replied succinctly: [No problem.]

Evelyn didn't want to impose further, so she put down her phone and started on her delivery.

Downstairs, Brooks sat in his car, saving the number.

...

At the Hospital, Dahlia was dressed warmly. Only her legs were exposed, showing several cuts.

cuts were not life-threatening, they were filled with shards

on the hospital bed, pale, thinking of the phone call Charles had made outside, her hands clenched beneath

had already called his assistant, Aiden, to

instantly look pitiful. Charles walked out after

with teary eyes. "Charles, it's just a small injury. I'm fine.

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I called the police." Charles' tone softened considerably as he looked at

phone rang just as he finished speaking. It was

asking in a deep voice, "Has she calmed down? Hand her the

entrance, having just explained Charlie's intention not to

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has already been bailed out by

expression darken. A storm

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