“I see. So if he dies, it has nothing to do with you.”
“He can’t die,” Nelly blurted out.
Her thoughts were tangled and wild. All these years, she couldn’t pretend she felt nothing for Brody. Even if she tried to cut him out of her life, his fate wasn’t her responsibility, but she couldn’t let him die because of her.
“If you want him to live, then he will,” the man said calmly. “But now you owe me. Remember that, and pay me back if you ever get the chance.”
He pressed a glass of water into her hand and walked away without another word. Nelly wanted to chase after him, but the door closed before she could move.
Light flickered in the darkness. Jude appeared, flanked by two men. Nelly watched them with uncertainty, but Jude’s eyes were gentle, and his men weren’t carrying any weapons.
“You’re lucky,” Jude said quietly. “Someone spoke up for you, and the bosses have agreed to let you go.”
Nelly jumped in right away. “But I have a friend with me.”
“Don’t worry,” Jude replied, his voice steady and reassuring. “They brought in a top doctor for him. He’s doing well.”
Relief flooded her. Nelly leaned against the wall to push herself up, and Jude guided her out of the room. They got into a car and headed straight for the medical wing in the center tower.
Brody was inside a glass recovery room, still unconscious from blood loss.
On the way there, Jude kept glancing at Nelly’s profile. She felt his gaze and grew a little self-conscious. She touched her cheek and asked softly, “Jude, is there something on my face?”

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