In the VIP ward, Bradleyy on a big bed, his head wrapped in white bandages,

    his face deathly pale, and his eyes tightly shut.

    "Brad?" Cameron rushed over without hesitation.

    When she was about three feet from the bed, Cameron slowed down, her steps

    growing lighter as she quietly approached.

    The whole Saunders family had been in the room, but when they saw Cameron

    arrive, they all quietly and knowingly slipped out.

    Only Damian, who was there as the doctor, stayed behind.

    Cameron sat at Bradley''s bedside. His right hand had an IV drip, so she carefully

    took his left hand in hers.

    Cameron asked softly, "How''s Brad doing?"

    "Cam," Damian reassured her, one hand in hisb coat pocket, "Brad was lucky-

    he only suffered a head injury. Even though he''s still unconscious, he''s out of

    danger now. He should wake up by this evening, so try not to worry too much."

    Cameron pressed her lips together. She casually ced her fingers on Bradley''s

    wrist to check his pulse. After a long moment, the furrow in

    her brow finally rxed.

    Cameron pulled her hand back and turned to Damian. "How did Brad get into a

    car ident?"

    Bradley''s a skilled driver, and there were hardly any cars on the road at that hour.

    It just doesn''t add up.

    carace doesn onpart

    Damian said, "ording to the surveince footage from early this morning, that

    truck had been parked there since midnight, lying in wait. As soon as it spotted

    Brad''s car, it gunned it and mmed right into him, then took off."

    Cameron frowned at his words.

    Damian continued, "The police found the truck about 18 miles from the scene.

    Both the license te and the truck itself had been scrapped. The police have

    preliminarily ssified the case as murder, but they don''t have any leads on the

    suspect yet."

    Damian told Cameron everything without holding back. For one thing, he already

    considered Cameron part of the Saunders family. For another, she seemed to be

    holding it together.

    Upon hearing what Damian said, Cameron''s frown deepened. "Has Brad offended

    anyone recently?" she asked.

    Damian let out a sigh. "Brad''s work as awyer has inevitably hurt a lot of

    people''s interests, but with the Saunders family behind him, nothing''s ever

    happened all these years.

    "This time, we really don''t know who would have the guts to try and kill him."

    Someone was clearly out to kill Bradley. Thankfully, his car was well-built, and

    Bradley reacted fast-plus, luck was on his side he only ended up with a head

    injury.

    Cameron just frowned, saying nothing. Just then, her phone buzzed. Right now,

    she really didn''t feel like checking her messages.

    About half an hourter, Cameron finally fished out her phone and checked her

    messages. When she saw the message, Cameron''s grip on the phone

    suddenly tightened.

    [Cameron, I''ll make you taste what it''s like to lose the one you love most.]

    19.35 wed, o Aug

    ''What the hell? It''s me. The person ising after me. But instead, he targeted

    Bradley. Who could it be?'' Cameron wondered anxiously

    Cameron''s life was as simple as it gets-just going back and forth between work

    and home.

    Yet this person said he would make Cameron taste what it was like to lose the

    one she loved most, too.

    ''When did I ever offend him?'' Cameron thought.

    There was no way to trace the sender. Cameron had no idea where to even start.

    She decided to send a reply. [Sorry, but you''re going to be disappointed.]

    The response came almost instantly. [Oh, he''s still alive?]

    Cameron blinked in surprise. She hadn''t expected the

    sender to actually reply.

    Cameron stood up at once and turned to Damian. "Damian, could you look after

    Brad for me? There''s something I need to take care of."

    AD