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Save him? Who else was in the room besides Rose? Jonathan and Miles had no time to pay attention to anything else in the secret room. They helped Rose up and immediately checked on her. Seeing her clothes slightly disheveled and a bloodstain on her forehead, Jonathan's heart skipped a beat.

"What did he do to you?" Miles asked, gritting his teeth and holding his breath. He was afraid to hear the answer.

What had Ezra done to her? Rose recalled the earlier moments. She had thought she was going to die, but Ezra suddenly released her, and... Rose dared not delay any longer. "Quick, save him. Ezra... Ezra... he..."

The memory was too painful for her to recall. She quickly turned her head to look at the man lying in the corner.

Jonathan and Miles looked over, following her gaze. Under the red light, the man lay with his eyes closed, and his face...

Ezra... Something seemed to hit Jonathan inside.

How could it be Ezra? He instinctively resisted the idea of Ezra being involved in this matter. He didn't want either Rose or Ezra to be hurt.

At this moment, Ezra's condition...

Jonathan's gaze shifted down and noticed a patch of blood on the floor under the red light. His mind buzzed. The scene overlapped with a memory from the past.

"Ezra!" Jonathan didn't hesitate to rush forward to grab Ezra's wrist. The wound was bandaged, and blood was no longer flowing out.

"Leonard, call an ambulance and have the doctors on standby!" There was panic in Jonathan's voice. He quickly picked up Ezra and rushed out the door. Rose felt slightly relieved as she watched Jonathan run into the distance. "The Finch Group has a professional medical team. Ezra will be okay, right?" She seemed to understand something. She recalled Jonathan's reaction upon seeing Ezra and Ezra's incoherent words after letting go of her neck.

"He'll be fine." Miles held Rose's shoulders and looked at her with deep concern.

Although she herself was hurt...

"I'll take you to the hospital. No scars are allowed on my dearest sister."

Miles didn't ask how she got the wound on her forehead. He carefully brushed away the hair stuck to her wound. His gentle voice was as soothing as a spring breeze. Rose's tension eased. Miles led Rose out of the room, leaving only Cyrus and Lizzie with somber faces. Lizzie hadn't expected Ezra to only have a forehead injury. And Ezra's wrist...

Lizzie's mind flashed back to a scene from over ten years ago. She instinctively clenched her fists.

She knew how irrational and aggressive Ezra could be when he was ill. How could he only injure Rose on the forehead while he himself was so badly hurt?

A wound on his wrist... Lizzie's face darkened, and she was lost in thought. She didn't notice that Cyrus had entered the secret room. It wasn't until she heard his voice that she realized. "Nancy..."

Lizzie's body tensed. She hurried to the door of the secret room and saw Cyrus crouching on the ground, holding a stack of photos he had just picked up. He was staring at one of them, lost in thought. Instinctively, she reached out to snatch the photo from his hand. But at the crucial moment, she stopped herself.

Lizzie forced a smile. "How did this happen? The photos are scattered everywhere. Don't worry, Cyrus. I'll clean it up."

Cyrus had left the secret room untouched for years since the house fire. After a renovation, Nancy's photos were the last items to remember her by.

Lizzie knew how much these photos

meant to Cyrus. Even though she had gradually won his heart over the years, she never dared to destroy them She feared that she might not be able to explain herself if Cyrus asked about them.

But today's destruction of the photos wasn't her doing!

A gloating look flashed in Lizzie's eyes. She squatted down to clean up the mess. Before she could touch the photos, Cyrus grabbed the one she was reaching for. "Don't touch!" His tone was harsh. But upon realizing something, he softened his voice and said, "I'll do it myself. You can leave first."

Lizzie's body stiffened, but she put on a compliant smile. "Okay. I'll be waiting outside. Call me if you need anything."

As she stepped out of the secret room, the smile on her face vanished and was replaced by a cold, fierce look.

She hadn't expected the secret room to still remain off-limits to others. Cyrus still hadn't moved on from Nancy Logans!NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Lizzie glanced back at Cyrus carefully sorting through the photos and silently gritted her teeth.

Damn it! None of today's schemes had gone as planned, and now she had to deal with the aftermath. But what she needed to do next... Lizzie turned and left the room with a chilling look in her eyes.

...

Miles took Rose out to the exhibition hall, where an ambulance was already waiting.

Leonard saw them and approached. "Mrs. Fi..."

He had almost blurted out the words "Mrs. Finch", but he noticed her slight frown showing her resistance toward the title. He immediately corrected himself.

"Ms. Shaffer, Mr. Finch has left ahead. He's very concerned about your injury and wants me to take you to the hospital."

He was referring to the hospital under the Finch Group.

"No-"

The Youngs had their own hospital, so there was no need for the trouble. But halfway through Miles' rejection, Rose interrupted him.

"Miles, let me visit Ezra." Rose sought Miles' approval.

"Okay."

The two then got into the ambulance.

At the hospital, Jonathan had arranged for doctors to be on standby. As soon as Rose arrived, she underwent an examination. Leonard promptly reported the results to Jonathan.

Ezra was lying on a hospital bed.

"Mr. Finch, the patient has a deep wound, but fortunately it's well dealt with, so he didn't lose too much blood. His coma is due to his mental condition."

The director, Noel Collins, personally handled the case. He was the only one in the hospital who knew Ezra's identity and true condition. It used to be worse than it was now. "He hurt himself again!"

Jonathan stood by the bed, staring

at Ezra's face. The sight of him lying there overlapped with memories and brought forth even more memories that flashed through his mind. Even Jonathan felt a tinge of fear.

"Uncle Collins, he seems to have recovered after all these years, so how could this happen again?" Jonathan looked at Noel, seeking an explanation.