Sabrina stumbled, tilting backward.
Travis reached out to catch her, realizing she couldn't manage on her own.
The driver opened the car door.
With the restless woman cradled in his arms, Travis headed towards the hospital elevator.
After seeing her off, Travis dialed Mark's number, briefly recounting the situation.
Recalling how Mark and Georgia had been lured away one after the other, everything seemed suspicious.
"Analyze that glass of wine."
Travis's tone turned icy.
"Okay," Mark responded.
Ending the call, Mark gazed at Zoya in his arms, a hint of suspicion creeping into his heart.
If someone had intentionally orchestrated this, why was Zoya here?
Manipulated or complicit?
"Mark, are you daydreaming?" Zoya looked at Mark.
Mark immediately snapped out of his reverie.
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