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When the doctors reviewed Lucius‘ medical report, they were utterly shocked. Based on the injuries he had sustained, it should have been impossible for him to regain his strength in 

such a short time. 

It was especially so for his heart. When he sank to the bottom of the sea, the suffocating pressure had been intense. Heart damage under that kind of stress was inevitable. 

Yet, the test results showed that his heart was completely unscathed. In the medical field, this was nothing short of a miracle. 

Then there was his leg. The wound had healed at a shockingly fast pace. In less than 24 hours, such a serious wound had already begun to scab. If that wasn’t a miracle, then what was? 

Even Lucius himself struggled to find a reasonable explanation. 

The only thing that came to mind was how, before he lost consciousness in the sea, Valerie 

had held him tightly and kissed him. 

He had assumed she was giving him oxygen, but when he thought carefully about that moment afterward, he vaguely remembered that Valerie had slipped him a pill through the 

kiss. 

Yes, that was it. Lucius recalled that after the parachute landing, Valerie had told Keane she had given him two pills–one for his heart, and one for inflammation. 

Could his rapid recovery really be due to those two pills? 

Although the wound had begun to scab, the sharp pain in his leg was still very real. Enduring it, Lucius snatched the phone from Keane, double–checked Valerie’s number, and kept dialing 

over and over again. 

The results were always the same. Her phone remained out of service. 

Silas, who had been sent out to search for Valerie, rushed back to the villa in a hurry. “Sorry, Mr. White. I took the men to many places, but there was no sign of Ms. Collins. The university said she didn’t attend classes today. The Woodward family also reported that they hadn’t seen her.” 

Every possible lead had been checked, but Valerie seemed to have vanished into thin air without a trace. 

After this ordeal, Silas had a new level of respect for her. 

Not long after Lucius and Valerie had fallen into the sea, Noah and Jonah had arrived with rescue forces to capture the culprits. It was thanks to Valerie tipping them off that they could 

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Caelus, who had thought that everything was within his grasp, could never have imagined that the scheme he had painstakingly planned would collapse in an instant. 

As midnight came and went, Valerie still showed no signs of returning. The restless Lucius started to grow calmer instead. 

He tossed the phone to Keane and let out a meaningful chuckle. “If I’m not wrong, she must be angry.” 

Anyone would feel upset after being treated as an expendable and thrown into the sea. 

Even if Lucius‘ actions hadn’t been intentional, in Valerie’s eyes, it was still a choice he had made under pressure from Caelus–and that choice had inevitably lowered her opinion of him. 

Lucius knew he hadn’t handled it well, and he felt guilty for his actions at the time. 

Keane was utterly confused, but Silas understood perfectly. 

He had witnessed that moment before Valerie fell into the sea, and he strongly agreed with Lucius‘ assessment. “I also think Ms. Collins must be angry with you, Mr. White.” 

Keane asked curiously, “Angry about what?” 

Silas explained, “Caelus took both Ms. Collins and Ms. Woodward hostage, forcing Mr. White to choose. The one chosen would live, and the one abandoned would be thrown into the sea. Right in front of Ms. Collins, Mr. White chose to save Ms. Woodward. 

“It’s like when a couple is dating and the woman asks the guy who he would save if she and another woman who likes him both fell into the sea. It’s the same principle.” 

Keane was speechless. So, that had happened. 

Lucius shot Silas a furious glare. “That analogy is completely inappropriate.” 

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