Ava's POV:
When I opened my eyes, I was already lying in a hospital bed, and the first thing I noticed was the sterile white ceiling above me.
My father was sitting right beside me. His movements were unusually gentle as he carefully adjusted the heated blanket draped over my body.
His voice trembled when he spoke. "The doctor said if that cut had been half an inch deeper, it would've nicked your artery."
His jaw tightened. "Those two animals don't have a single ounce of humanity between them."
A cold edge sharpened his tone. "And I'm going to make them pay for what they did to you."
At that moment, the ward door creaked open, and his assistant, Noah Mercer, stepped inside. The tablet in his hand glowed with harsh red lines—stock charts collapsing in real time.
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