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Then, she nodded again, her fear acknowledged under Curtis' intense and deep gaze.
How could she not be afraid? Her life was barely clutched back from the jaws of death. She knew too well how precious life was.
She had seen her parents die a terrible death. At the age of six, she was forced to confront the reality of mortality far too soon. Understanding the finality of death meant she couldn't just brush aside their untimely demise.
Her parents had died under mysterious circumstances. How could she selfishly close her eyes, indulge in Curtis' love, and pretend to know nothing, continuing her life as Mrs. Richardson?
At this moment, the fear and sorrow she tasted when she was six along with the frustration and indignation of being kept in the dark for twenty years surged into Leanne.
Losing her parents who loved her the most had been a dull ache that lasted for twenty years.
With her helplessness and dilemma, everything erupted now.
The emotions were overwhelming. Her tears started rolling down silently at first. Those clear almond eyes brimming with tears, dropping like beads. Gradually, she couldn't hold back her sobs, crying harder and harder.
Curtis had never seen her cry like this before. She used to cry quietly, hardly making a sound.
With a heart full of complex emotions, he pulled her slender body into his arms, planting kisses of comfort on her head.
"Baby, don't be afraid, I'm here."
This reassurance acted like a switch.
Finally letting herself cry freely in his arms, Leanne gripped his shirt tightly, her tears quickly soaking his chest.
The chaos in the building finally settled down after the man wielding a knife was taken away, leaving colleagues and patients gathering at the shattered door.
"Leanne, you guys are alright." Donna's voice, filled with anxious concern, softened upon seeing the two embracing.
Immersed in overwhelming emotions, Leanne found it hard to detach herself, while Curtis, oblivious to the onlookers, scooped her up. "Let's go home."
The crowd had already gathered downstairs, with police and reporters arriving, and onlookers forming several circles.
Seeing the tall man carrying the doctor in her lab coat out, a reporter quickly moved in with a microphone and camera.
"Excuse me, can you..."
Curtis coldly uttered two words, "Move aside."
As they moved through the crowd under the weight of numerous stares, Leanne buried her tear-streaked face into Curtis' chest.
Once in the car, amidst the crowd, Sandra was clinging to the Dean's arm, crying, "Uncle, I was so scared just now."
The Dean was stormy, offering no comfort. He shook off her hand and walked towards the black sedan.
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