Max's eyes were fixed on Jason, as if observing every beat of his heart. He approached the bed.

I looked at him, noticing a change in his eyes.

"Harold," I said, "what are your thoughts? Will it be possible for him to assist Jason in getting better?"

Harold appeared lost in thought, his gaze fixed on Max's back. It suddenly occurred to me that he was in charge of Jason's treatment. Was it alright with him that I'd brought Max here? He was the one who had told me about Max, after all.

"I am grateful to you, Harold," I said. "You've been by my side my entire life. I don't know how I can repay you."

He turned to me. "Friends don't need to repay each other for their help."

My brows lifted in surprise. He was broad-minded and the kindest person I had ever encountered.

"Thank you very much, Harold."

He was about to speak when his phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket, his expression turning nervous as he looked at the screen. He glanced at me before answering.

"Alpha."

I realized it was Adrian. Max also turned around when he heard Harold.

"Pardon?" Harold said, furrowing his brows, appearing perplexed. He nodded as if Adrian were present. "Okay, Alpha. I will keep you updated as soon as possible."

He hung up. I was curious. "What happened, Harold?"

"Alpha called to get some information from the pack hospital's records."

Max walked over. "Is everything okay at the pack hospital? Are the patients alright?"

I saw concern in Max's eyes. His tone was sharp, but I sensed underlying worry. As a healer, he understood others' pain. My heart ached.

"Yeah, everything is fine," Harold said to Max, then turned back to me. "He asked if anyone named Lynda had been admitted many years ago."

I frowned. Lynda? What had happened to her?

Harold looked at Jason, then Max, updating him on Jason's condition.

"Natalia, I'm leaving now. I have to check everything before informing Alpha. I can't make any mistakes. He sounded angry."

I rolled my eyes. "It seems his sweetheart is quite frail. A few months ago, her hand broke from my simple grip. Who knows how many bones she broke—"

Harold shook his head. "It seemed serious. Would you like to know if I found out anything?"

I shook my head and replied calmly, "There's no need to tell me anything about your Alpha. I no longer have any interest in him."

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