The sky had grown dim. From a distance, Evangeline hadn't noticed anything unusual, but now, up close, she saw that Finn's face was deathly pale. As white as a sheet of paper.
Panic seized her.
“Finn?”
“Finn?” Evangeline called his name frantically.
Finn remained motionless.
“What are you all standing around for? Get him to the hospital!” Arabella snapped at the bodyguards she had brought.
Snapping back to reality, the bodyguards scrambled forward, clumsily hoisting Finn up and rushing him to the nearest hospital.
Finn was sent for a comprehensive examination, and the initial diagnosis came back quickly. He had external injuries and some minor internal trauma, but nothing critical.
“If it’s not that serious, why is he so pale? And why hasn't he woken up yet?” Evangeline couldn't help but ask.
She was so frantic she didn't bother to soften her words. Her tone was sharp and demanding, so much so that it even made the doctor pause.
Arabella, who had been about to ask a question herself, stopped and gave Evangeline a puzzled look.
Glenn thought for a moment, then addressed the doctor. “He sustained an injury not long ago. It’s possible this is related to that old wound. Could you please run some further tests?”
The doctor nodded. “That's a possibility. I'll have it arranged.”
After the doctor left, Arabella shot a look at Evangeline before following him with her men.
Evangeline stood frozen in place, a chilling cold seeping into her bones. A thousand terrible thoughts flooded her mind.
Old injuries.
Why hadn’t she thought of Finn's old injuries?
Just a few days ago, he had fallen from that high cliff to save her. When she found him, his complexion had been awful. Later, when they returned, Finn hadn’t wanted to expose her in a public place because of Victor, so they had only called a doctor for a cursory check-up.

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