?<strong>Chapter 1368:</strong>


    The resulting collision was harsh, the impact reverberating through the busy intersection.


    As tires screeched and horns red amidst the ensuing chaos, a figure wearing a baseball cap watched the scene unfold with calm detachment.


    Dolores was quickly taken to the ER, suffering from severe injuries. The hours dragged on with no updates on her condition.


    Lowell arrived at the hospital and slumped into a seat to wait.


    Upon learning of the ident, Hanley rushed from the patient ward to find him.


    “Mr. Kennedy! When did you arrive here?” Lowell expressed his surprise.


    “We came this morning to visit Shaun, and then… well…” Hanley struggled to finish, worry creasing his face.


    Concerned that Shaun’s condition was grave, Lowell asked, “Is he going to be alright?”


    “He will recover, though it will be a long and difficult journey. He’s dealing with amnesia, and it’s uncertain how long it will persist.”


    “Shaun has amnesia?” Lowell, previously unaware of Shaun’s condition, was shocked.


    “Poor Dolores. It’s terrible. She should have been more cautious on the road. How did she end up in an ident? What a bad day.” Hanleyforted Lowell, cing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’m here with my wife. Let us know if you need anything.”


    “Will do,” Lowell replied with a nod.


    Hanley lingered a moment longer before leaving.


    As Lowell sat back, he pieced things together: Shaun and Dolores both had car idents, one resulting in amnesia and the other in critical injuries.


    How could both of them have ended up in car crashes? Could it really be just a coincidence?


    A feeling of unease twisted in Lowell’s stomach. Everything seemed off.


    After a long and exhausting day, Dolores’s condition was finally stabilized, though she remained in intensive care.


    Relieved that Dolores was stabilizing, Lowell set up extra security at the hospital before returning to his office.


    Upon his arrival, he flipped the switch, but the darkness persisted. Puzzled, he turned to investigate when suddenly, arms encircled his waist.


    Startled, he tensed. Before he could respond, a yful voice whispered in his ear, “Did I scare you?”


    “Is that you?” Lowell exhaled deeply, recognizing the voice.


    “What are you nning now?”


    “Just a bit of fun,” the woman whispered, her tone ripe with flirtation. “Think of me as a spy sneaking into the president’s office, intent on capturing his heart.” She punctuated “heart” by tapping Lowell yfully on the chest.


    A chill trickled down Lowell’s spine. He grasped her hand, his fatigue evident in his sigh. “Can we not y games today? I’m really not up for it.”


    Her voice grew softer,ced with feigned hurt. “Why are you so distant? I thought you’d be d to see me.”


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