Nothing remained to hold her back any longer. Any time would work perfectly for her now.

Hadley gripped her phone firmly, conviction filling her voice. “I’m ready whenever you need me. Just send me the production schedule when it’s finalized.”

“Really?” Elvin sounded delightfully surprised, followed by a warm chuckle. “That’s wonderful! Mr. Scott must be making remarkable progress. It’s heartwarming to see him being so supportive of your career!”

He continued enthusiastically, “I’ll inform the team right away, then. Oh, and please convey my best regards to Mr. Scott. I’m wishing him a swift and complete recovery! I’ll let you go now. Make sure to rest early. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

After ending the call, Hadley remained seated, clutching her phone while becoming completely absorbed in…

Her swirling thoughts refused to settle. One refrain kept spinning endlessly through her mind like a mantra—”Eric is okay now.”

That was wonderful. After all those terrifying months, the dangerous blood clot in his brain had finally been successfully removed. From this moment forward, nothing would stand in his way or limit his potential. He would flourish in his leadership role, accomplishing extraordinary things and reaching new heights.

“That’s genuinely wonderful for him,” Hadley murmured, a tender smile blooming across her face like morning sunlight.

As she rose gracefully and moved toward the wardrobe, fragments of precious conversations with Eric flickered through her consciousness like scenes from a cherished film.

“You asked me last time if there would still be another chance for us after your surgery—when you came out safe…”

“Yeah… I did. So… what’s your answer?”

“My answer is… yes. I want to give us another chance.”

“Hadley… I have a feeling I’ll make it. I can face anything, even death. But losing you, or Joy… that’s something I can’t handle. So for you two, I will survive.”

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Hadley’s smile deepened, though her eyes began to shimmer with unshed tears. He had honored his promise. He had indeed survived against all odds. But they… had somehow failed to find their way back to each other’s hearts.

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

Eric’s eyes suddenly flew open, startling him from his restless sleep. His eyes were as deep and dark as an endless abyss, yet remarkably clear, though shadowed with traces of lingering panic.

“Eric?” Megan, who had been sitting vigilantly by his bedside, noticed his alarmingly pale complexion and frowned with concern. “What’s wrong?”

Observing his troubled expression, she ventured a guess. “Did you have a bad dream? Some kind of nightmare?”

“Perhaps,” Eric murmured, his thin lips barely parting to form the words.

“What did you dream about?” Megan inquired with gentle curiosity.

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