“Let go of me!” Hadley violently twisted free from his restraint, lunging forward as her fingers shot out to capture Linda’s chin in a vise-like grip. “I said you’re completely shameless! Are my words penetrating that deceptive brain of yours? Answer me!”

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“No, no…” Linda whimpered, her voice diminishing to a childlike whisper.

At this terrifying proximity, Linda found herself trapped in the inferno of hatred that consumed Hadley’s gaze, with nowhere to hide from its searing intensity.

A violent tremor wracked Linda’s frame as she attempted to retreat into the wheelchair, her body curling inward protectively. “I’m not… I swear I’m not…”

Her head thrashed from side to side with increasing desperation, neck muscles straining as she fought to escape Hadley’s punishing grip. “I have no idea who you are!” Linda cried out, panic escalating in her voice. “Release me this instant! What kind of person attacks a disabled woman?”

“Finding the charade too exhausting to maintain?” Hadley snarled, her face contorting with disgust. “Then abandon this revolting performance!”

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During their violent confrontation, Linda’s center of gravity shifted precariously, causing the wheelchair to pitch sideways before it overturned completely, crashing to the floor with a sickening metallic thud. The hardwood floor vibrated beneath their feet, as if the building itself recoiled from the escalating hostility.

Upon impact, Linda’s initial shocked gasp quickly turned into exaggerated, shoulder-heaving sobs that filled the room with their piercing volume.

“Miss Harris!” The alarmed exclamation cut through the cacophony.

Jane bolted across the room, her face draining of color as she realized exactly where Linda had landed—right on the jagged area where a porcelain bowl had shattered mere minutes before.

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She hadn’t had time to sweep away the razor-sharp ceramic fragments before Hadley stormed in.

Jane scrambled to lift Linda’s crumpled form, freezing when she spotted the angry, jagged laceration running down the woman’s forearm, crimson rivulets already streaming onto the polished floor.

“Mr. Scott?” Panic infiltrated Jane’s voice as she shot Eric an imploring glance, silently begging for guidance.

At the same time, Hadley turned to him, her expression a challenging blend of defiance and expectation.

“Why are you both staring at me?” Eric barked, frustration etched deep around his mouth. “Do I look like I have medical credentials? Find a doctor immediately!”

“Oh—of course!” Jane bobbed her head in frantic acknowledgment, nearly tripping in her haste as she bolted toward the door in search of medical assistance.

“Eric…” Linda remained sprawled awkwardly on the floor, her tear-filled eyes locking onto him with desperate intensity, blood continuing to pool beneath her injured arm.

Hadley expelled a brittle, hollow laugh that held not a trace of humor. “Listen—your damsel in distress is summoning her knight. Why deny her your gallant presence?”

With this parting shot, she spun on her heel and strode purposefully from the room, her rigid posture broadcasting volumes of suppressed fury.

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