The doctor informed me that Aiden was fortunate—the wound wasn't on a critical area, and he was rushed to the hospital in time. He would recover.

During Aiden's hospital stay, I visited him with some fruit. His eyes brightened when he saw me, a glimmer of hope in his gaze.

“Thank you, Aiden!” I said.

He shook his head. “Amelia, you don’t need to thank me. You know how I feel about you…”

I paused, gathering my thoughts before meeting his gaze directly.

“Aiden, there’s something you need to know. The attacker from last night was caught. He wasn’t acting on impulse or under duress. Sofia hired him to hurt...