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d the sharp snap of camera shutters. Lily Ashton - the beloved Carrington heiress - was a public spectacle even in

ng unconscious, machines beeping steadily as if mocking the fragile

of awak

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figure unwavering. The dark circles beneath his eyes were the only sign of any

John had already given the media the bare minimum: a brief statement about

es swept the scene with a clinical detachment. Her platinum blonde hair was perfectly styled, her lips set in a thin line. She cou

blonde waves cascading around her shoulders. Her sharp blue eyes were like daggers - calculating and cold. She ha

tween the scene in front of him and his phone. Brody, the youngest, was pacing, his nervous energy palpa

as tapping her heel against the tiled floor, her face a perfect mask of

s pale form through the glass window. She froze for a moment, the weight of the situation settling over her. She had hoped - no

her voice catching as sh

chines, the silence, the emptiness. She barely heard the words of

with short, spiky black hair and piercing blue eyes, looked calm, his eyes fixed on the doctor. Chris, a striking young woman with short, choppy black hair and piercing

led off as she stepped closer, n

into his pockets, unable to mask the anger bubbling j

Instead, her gaze snapped to the man

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as the marble floors beneath his feet. His dark brown hair was styled meticulously, his tailored

spat, her voic

fect, a pointed smirk on her face as though this entire si

oice was equally

snarled, stepping closer

You and that.

Lily briefly before returning to Emma. "She got into an

st. "Oh please. You think Eliot's here to help? The guy can

turned sharply toward Eliot, his expression turning even more hard as

g in John's eyes shut him down. Without a word,

behind them, and the hospital r

er voice shaking with barely contained

ected, her voice soothing y

ttered, her fists clenched at her side

from behind them, cold and

im, her eyes narrowed

wrong line this time. And Eloise... Lily's not jus

ll in his hand. He'd overheard everything and was already formulating his own plan. Thi

curity to follow Eliot and Eloise that the tension began to shift

they pay, Lily.

arely noticeable, but there nonetheless. A man in a dark suit stood o

e man muttered, under his