James quickly changed course and handed Sophie over to Harold, saying, "Stop the bleeding; make sure she pulls through."
Harold caught James's eye for a moment, then looked down at Sophie cradled in his arms, trying to stay calm, "Got it."
As Harold carried Sophie away, Claire shot a glance at James, saying, "Mr. Burke, still can't let go of Sophie, huh? Seems like you really care if you're this eager to save her."
James, catching Claire's sarcasm, shot back with a cold stare, "This isn't the time for your comments. Keep your mouth shut, or I'll shut it for you."
"You..."
Claire was about to snap back, but a man next to her intervened, "Enough. Sophie can't die just yet. We need to find out where the treasure is from her."
"...Understood, boss."
Claire stepped aside.
Meanwhile, Harold had already placed Sophie in the car and was rummaging through the first aid kit to stop her bleeding. With limited resources, he managed to give her a painkiller shot before cleaning and stitching her wound.
Sophie, in a haze, noticed Harold by her side.
Seeing her stir, Harold said nervously, "Don't worry, I’ll get someone to take you home right away."
Sophie, hearing Harold’s words, weakly held onto his hand, whispering, "I can’t leave... if I do, your cover’s blown. I can’t go yet."
"Do you know what staying here means?"
Harold held Sophie's arm tightly, insisting, "I don't care about that. I’m getting you out first."
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