James didn't want to prolong the conversation. "Send me some money," he said. "I'm getting breakfast for Thea." Henry replied, "I'll Venmo it to you."

James left the clinic, buying chicken noodle soup for Thea on the street. When he returned, Thea was awake. Her face was bandaged; she lay listlessly on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

James went to her and put down her breakfast. Softly, he said, "Darling."

Thea didn't respond. James took her hand. "It's over now," he said. "It's all over."

Thea turned slightly, sobbing softly. Her body trembled; a panicked expression was on her face. "I—I've offended Trent Xavier," she whispered. "I'm a dead woman. Go, leave me. I don't want to get you into trouble."

James soothed her. "It's alright. I saw the news this morning. Trent's dead, and your family is okay."

"What? He's dead?" Thea looked at James in disbelief. Trent Xavier was a general. How could he be dead?

James said, "The news reported that a man in a black ghost mask killed him. The police have launched a manhunt."

Thea was stunned. A man in a black ghost mask… She vaguely recalled a man in a black ghost mask appearing just as she was about to give up, but she'd blacked out before seeing him clearly.

"He's dead? He's really dead?" Thea seemed to be in a trance. She couldn't believe such a powerful man was dead.

"That's right. Come on, have some soup." James scooped Thea up, propping her against him. He fed her with a spoon. Thea parted her lips, swallowing the soup.

Thea was on edge all day. She fell into periods of deep sleep, but nightmares plagued her, jolting her awake frequently. Every time she woke, she screamed for Trent to let her go.

James knew Thea had been through a lot and was on the brink of a mental breakdown. She would need time to heal.

Everyone was talking about the Xaviers and Trent's death, but not James. He stayed by Thea's side. On the first day, Thea was barely conscious, but thanks to James' meticulous care, she slowly recovered. From silence, she learned to open up to him again.

James swore he would heal her. Three days later, Thea was completely healed, though her facial injuries hadn't fully recovered.

"Jamie, it's been days," she said. "I want to go home. Mom and Dad might be worried."

"Okay," James nodded. Henry took them home.

At the entrance of Thea's house, the door was closed. With James' assistance, Thea knocked softly. A middle-aged man opened the door. Seeing Thea, he was ecstatic, pulling her inside anxiously. "Thea, you're home! Are you alright?"

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