Chapter 6 - The Unpaid Debt
The private dining room was secured within minutes as heavy steel shutters descended over the windows. Coyle stood beside Ronan, his face pale with shame for allowing a breach in security.
"Sir, I take full responsibility," Coyle said, lowering his head. "I will handle the hunt for Julian personally."
"You will," Ronan replied, his voice cold as ice. "But first, I want to know why a junior line cook broke her own wrist to save my life."
Ronan stepped closer to Tessa. Up close, he noticed a faint silver scar running along the side of her collarbone—a mark he recognized instantly.
Tessa pulled her flour-dusted apron tighter around her waist, meeting his gaze without flinching. "Eight years ago, a drunk driver smashed into a bakery on 4th Street. A young girl was trapped under the burning roof."
Ronan froze, a subtle micro-expression of shock flickering across his sharp features.
"An off-duty man in a dark navy suit pulled that girl out seconds before the gas line exploded," Tessa continued softly, her voice filled with deep, quiet emotion. "He paid her medical bills anonymously for three years."
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Ronan’s dark eyes softened for a fraction of a second. "You were the baker's daughter."
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