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When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Chapter 1842
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Benny, catching on, scowled and grabbed her arm.

“Where do you think you're going?”

With nails digging into her palms, Flossie glared at him, her voice dripping with hatred.

“Liar! | hate you!”

In a single, desperate move, she stomped on his foot, breaking free and sprinting out.

Immediately, Benny gave chase.

At the hospital gate, Benny grabbed Flossie’s hand.

“Stop! Cback with me.

“Never! I'd rather die!” Flossie shoved him with surprising strength, stumbling back two steps herself.

Just then, a car zoomed in.

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Her mind blanked, fear paralyzing her.

Squeak!

“Flossie”

A screech of brakes and Benny's panicked yell pierced the air simultaneously.

That night, Fernando somehow managed to convince Stella to rest in the neighboring ward.

In the dead of night, the door to Matthew's ward creaked open.

Fernando, slumped on the sofa, glanced up to see a doctor, but not Cordell.

“What's going on? Where's Dr.

Foster?” Fernando demanded.

The doctor lifted his mask, his voice low.

“Dr.

Foster is tied up elsewhere.

He askedto check on Mr.

Clark every hour.

A knot of unease tightened in Fernando's gut.

Without a word, he reached for his phone, intending to call Cordell and confirm the situation.

The doctor reacted instantly.

As soon as he confirmed his target was lying on the bed, he whipped out a knife, aiming for Matthew's heart.

A strong grip clamped down on the doctor's wrist before the blade could connect.

Disoriented, he was picked up and slammed with a thud.

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The knife clattered to the floor.

The intruder glared at Fernando, his eyes shifting.

The man quickly picked up the knife and lunged at Fernando.

Fernando reacted quickly, dodging the blade just in time.

His face hardened.

The attacker pressed on, each thrust aimed at vital points.

Barehanded, Fernando was at a significant disadvantage.

He could only evade, with no chance to counter.

The normally quiet ward echoed with the scuffle; muffled grunts, the scr@pe of furniture.

The struggle continued for several rounds.

The attacker grew desperate and lunged again, this tburying the blade in Fernando’s abdomen.