Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1144

Throughout the night, her friends and team members kept calling her. Hearing about the sudden change in plans, they were frantic to rush to the hospital but terrified of blowing their cover. Trapped in a state of anxious paralysis, they resorted to blowing up her phone for updates.

"He's going to make it," Juniper murmured, too mentally drained to repeat the same explanation a dozen times. She only answered Ebony Fox's call. "Ebony Fox, pass on a message to the rest."

"Okay," Ebony Fox replied, swallowing hard. After hanging up, she immediately spammed the group chat:

[She says he'll be fine.]

[She means she's exhausted and doesn't want her phone ringing.]

[She said if he can survive, he will. No one is allowed to harass her with calls.]

[If she gets one more call from any of you, I am personally coming over to snap your necks.]

[...]

The others stared at the barrage of threats, rubbing their temples. They finally understood why, out of everyone, she only picked up Ebony's call. Ebony Fox was basically her personal attack dog—an unapologetic, fiercely protective friend.

But if she said he was going to be fine, that meant she was confident she could save him.

Jimmie Tate replied: [Understood.]

The rest of the group quickly followed suit, leaving a perfectly synchronized line of [Understood]s in the chat.

The next morning. The first rays of dawn pierced through the sterile glass, cutting into the heavy atmosphere of the ICU.

Juniper stared intently at the clock. Five minutes left until the critical window closed. If he survived these next five minutes, they were completely in the clear.

Finally, the time elapsed.

Juniper tossed her phone aside and began a thorough examination. Pulse was normal. Vitals were rock solid.

He was okay. He was actually okay.

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