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Her teary eyes met his, and she whispered, her voice trembling, Thank you, Lyndon.

Ive caused you so much trouble again.

Lyndon didnt say anything at first.

He just reached into his pocket, pulling out a few tissues.

He handed them to her with a quiet sigh.

Stop crying, he said gently.

Rita accepted the tissues, nodding as she dabbed at her wet cheeks, trying to compose herself.

A heavy silence settled between them, neither knowing what to say next.

Soon enough, the car rolled to a stop in front of the hospital.

Without wasting time, Lyndon got out and handled the registration, ensuring Rita was seen by a doctor right away. As the doctor escorted her inside for treatment, Lyndon found a bench in the waiting area and sank into it, his gaze distant.

The quiet buzz of the hospital was broken when his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the screen-Tildas name flashed across it.

Lyndons tense features softened as he picked up the call.

Hello, Tilda.

Where are you? I havent seen you for a while.

Tildas voice came through, a mix of concern and impatience.

Something came up, he said, keeping his tone calm.

Ill be back soon.

Sheldons getting sleepy.

Thats fine, Lyndon said.

Let Rosalynn and the others know youre leaving.

Ill go straight home once Im done here.

ALL right, Tilda agreed, and the line clicked dead.

With a brief sigh, Lyndon pocketed his phone and turned his gaze back to the emergency room door.

After a moment of thought, he pulled out his phone again, dialing his assistant.

His instructions were quick but clear-he wanted the loan shark situation dealt with, fast.

Before long, Rita emerged from the emergency room, looking exhausted but relieved.noveldrama

Lyndon rose from the bench and made his way over to her. Doctor, how is she? he asked, his voice steady but laced with concern.

Shell be fine.

Just a few superficial wounds, the doctor said reassuringly.

Ill prescribe some anti-inflammatory meds and ointment.

Make sure to apply it regularly.

Lyndon nodded, grateful, and turned to help Rita to a bench, guiding her down gently.

Stay here for a bit.

Ill go get the meds, he said, his tone firm but caring.

Okay, she murmured, watching him walk away.

His broad shoulders disappeared down the hall, and a small, tired smile crept across her lips.