Hannah looked up at him and listed.


    “Thank you.Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    I need gauze, alcohol, anesthetic, medical stitches, and anti-inmmatory drugs.


    ”


    “Okay,” Bryson responded, then made a call.


    After a _ brief conversation, he ended the call with, “The supplies will be here in ten minutes.


    ”


    In the meantime, Hannah cleaned Franklyn’s wound with cold water to prevent infection.


    Once she had finished, Bryson, with a hint of usation in his tone, demanded, “Why didn’t you go to the hospital with such a serious injury? Whye here instead?”


    Franklyn clenched his teeth, ncing at Hannah, unsure of how to respond.


    Hannah interjected, “I asked him toe here.


    ”


    “He is being pursued.


    It’s safest for him to stay with me.


    ”


    Bryson felt a slight difort for reasons he couldn’t pinpoint.


    He stared icily at Franklyn and challenged, “You’re being pursued as well.


    How is it any safer for him with you around?”


    While tending to Franklyn’s injuries, Hannah nced over at Bryson and exined, “Someone is brave enough to risk themselves for me out there.


    For now, I’m safe, but he’s not.


    Without a ce to hide, they’ll capture him eventually.


    ”


    She looked up at Bryson with a hopeful smile.


    “Mr.


    Mitchell, I implore you, could you possibly shelter him for a few days?”


    Bryson’s sneer greeted her forced smile.


    “Miss Moore, you didn’t exactly rush to offer me shelter for a few days.


    ”


    Hannah responded with a blink.


    “But this is your hotel, right? Surely you can stay as long as you please.


    ”


    Their bickering seemed to briefly lighten Franklyn’s difort from his injury.


    He observed Bryson closely and realized, “You must be the Mr.


    Mitchell that Miss Moore frequently mentions.


    ”


    Raising his eyebrows, Bryson inquired, “Does she really mention me that often?”


    With a nod, Franklyn confirmed, “Indeed, Miss Moore speaks of you quite often, Mr.


    Mitchell.


    ”


    “I see,” Bryson responded quietly, then offered Hannah a sincere smile.


    At a loss, Hannah remained silent.


    She was puzzled by the turn of events.


    Suddenly, a knock came from the door.


    Bryson walked over and opened it to find a man dressed casually, medical kit in hand.


    Bryson nced at the medical box and inquired, “Have you brought everything we need?”


    “Yes, Mr.


    Mitchell,” Willie Torres responded, clearly fatigued from his journey.


    Shaking the medicine box, he added, “Let’s hurry.


    I only have ten minutes.


    Where’s the patient?”


    Bryson stepped aside and directed him, “He’s inside.


    ”


    Entering the room, Willie spotted Hannah and Franklyn seated on the sofa, noting Franklyn’s wound that had been initially cleaned with clear water.


    “Okay, I’ll take it from here!” Willie dered as he ced the medicine box on the table, rolled up his sleeves, and examined Franklyn’s wound closely.


    It was a typical dagger wound, something any trained doctor could recognize at a nce.