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Andrea's frown deepened as she watched the doctor exit the corridor, trailed by a small entourage of nurses. The air was thick with tension, and she was lost in thought when one of the bodyguards at the door spoke up."You can go in," he said, pushing the door to the ward open.Tony moved first, stepping through the doorway with a sense of urgency, and Andrea followed close behind, the two bodyguards at their heels.As Andrea's gaze settled on the patient lying in the bed, she couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity with the stranger's face. It was not Valentine Anderson, yet something about the man seemed known to her.She reached out tentatively to check his chest, but before her fingers could touch the fabric of the hospital gown, one of the bodyguards interrupted with a frosty tone. "What do you think you are doing?"Andrea replied with a disarming smile, "Nothing harmful. I wouldn't try anything with you both watching, would I?"The bodyguard considered her for a moment before

After ending the call, Andrea exited the mansion and made her way to her car, driving with purpose towards the airport. As she parked, her phone buzzed with a new text message, providing her with Lucas Anderson's whereabouts.She was just processing this information when her phone started to ring again, and she saw Tony’s name flash on the screen. With a tap, she answered."Where are you?" Tony's voice was tense with worry."I'm at the airport, Tony. I'm going to find Lucas and bring him back," Andrea said with a determination that belied her inner turmoil.Tony went silent for a moment, absorbing her words. Andrea could imagine his concern, given his reaction to her earlier declaration at the hospital, but she hadn't expected him to be quite so taken aback."Andrea, please, consider the consequences. If Valentine Anderson is out there, recovering in secret, how do you think he'll react to you swapping him with his brother? Don't rush into a decision you might regret," he implored, hi

Deep in thought, Lucas Anderson reflected on his life as a bartender, finding solace in the time spent with Andrea and Pete, particularly the cherished moments with Pete that filled his heart with joy.Pete's smile had a magical effect on Lucas, making him forget the traumas he endured in his past with the organization. Sleeping next to Andrea brought him peace, banishing the nightmares that haunted him from his days in the dark basement."I am more than willing to agree if you are comfortable with it," Lucas nodded, his words carrying a sense of sincerity and readiness.Upon hearing his acceptance, Andrea visibly relaxed, a wave of relief washing over her as she had feared rejection. A radiant smile spread across her face, her eyes sparkling with happiness as she sat on the bench, swinging her legs joyfully and placing her arms on either side.Seeing Andrea's elated reaction left Lucas speechless, intrigued by the source of her joy. Though he didn't inquire further, he gazed at her i

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?"Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson."Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.With hands shaking, he picked up one of the photographs. The sight of Andrea, Lucas, and a child named Pete, all smiling like a perfect family, was more than he could bear. In a fit of anger, Valentine threw the photo aside, slammed his fists onto the table, and stood up abruptly, his roar filled with rage and his eyes bloodshot. "You're lying! Andrea wouldn't betray me. This has to be

Mrs. Willow had not anticipated that her trip to Vegas would result in such positive outcomes, and she was in high spirits as she asserted, "Since we've reached an agreement, we should head back immediately."Valentine Anderson, however, shook his head and countered, "There's no need to rush. I need to check on my mother and sister first. I need to know how they're doing."He had been out of touch since waking from coma and had no idea how much time had passed or the state of his family's well-being. The thought troubled him deeply.Pausing for a moment, Mrs. Willow finally said, "It's okay if you want to see them, but you mustn't let on who you really are."The notion of being near his mother and sister while pretending to be a stranger pained Valentine. It felt unnatural, disquieting."It's for the best, Valentine. Once you're stronger, you can reveal your identity to everyone. Then this little discomfort will seem insignificant," Mrs. Willow added, her voice laced with concern. She