Mrs. Cooper froze, hardly believing her ears. “You dare ask me for money? You little tramp! Don’t push your luck!”
Enraged, Mrs. Cooper raised her hand to slap Liliana hard.
But Liliana was no pushover.
With a faint, derisive smile, she lifted her arm to block the blow, but before she could, another arm pulled her away.
In an instant, she found herself enveloped in a familiar, warm, and broad embrace. A dull thud echoed as the man’s back took the full force of Mrs. Cooper’s slap.
Liliana, stunned, looked up.
She saw Linton’s familiar face and couldn’t believe her eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“Lucas told me my mother was coming to find you as soon as I woke up, so I came over,” Linton said, his face cold as he ripped the cotton ball and tape from the back of his hand where the IV had been.
He squinted. He had forced himself out of the hospital, his fever still raging. His pale face was flushed, and he was unsteady on his feet.



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