Pulling his shirt open, she found a gunshot wound on his shoulder, still bleeding, the blood marking his skin and shirt.


    Remembering the sound of gunfire at the banquet, Hannah looked up at Bryson.


    “Did something happen at the banquet today?”


    Bryson didn’t deny the usation, but he didn’t confess either.


    Instead, he deflected with a question.


    “What banquet?”


    Realizing he was pretending not to understand, Hannah shot him a Look and stopped pressing him for answers.


    “Go upstairs.


    I’ll get that bullet out for you.


    ”


    Bryson nced over at Maloney, who was unconscious on the sofa, courtesy of Hannah.


    “And him?”


    Hannah followed his gaze and took a deep breath.


    “I’ll deal with him after I remove your bullet.


    We can’t just leave him unconscious here.


    ”


    Hannah assisted Bryson upstairs and helped him remove his shirt.


    “This is going to hurt.


    I don’t have any painkillers.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    ”


    She then made a precise cut on Bryson’s shoulder with a sterilized scalpel.


    As blood started to flow, she quickly stopped the bleeding.


    Throughout the procedure, Hannah appeared skilled and focused.


    She carefully removed the bullet with tweezers.


    Bang!


    The bulletnded in a tray beside her.


    She cleaned the wound again before bandaging Bryson’s shoulder with gauze.


    “Fortunately, the bullet didn’t hit anything vital.


    A little lower, and you could have lost your shoulder.


    ”


    Hannah put the tray away.


    “Try to get some rest.


    I’ll handle the guy from the Pierce family and be back soon.


    ”


    Bryson silently nodded, watching her leave before he looked away, his expression darkening.


    Hannah had no idea what substance Joselyn had used on Maloney, but after Letting some of his blood, she administered her own concoction via injection.


    She then moved him to a guest room.


    Maloney showed no signs of regaining consciousness throughout.


    If Hannah hadn’t checked his pulse, she might have thought he had died in her house.


    After tidying up, Hannah checked the time and saw it was two in the morning.


    Rubbing her forehead to ease her headache, she went back upstairs.


    Upon opening the door, she was met withplete silence in the room.


    Themp that was on before now was off.


    In the dim light, she noticed the bed was empty.


    “Bryson?” Hannah called out, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.