Anastasia’s eyes fluttered open in a room that smelled of antiseptic.
“Oh, she’s awake! Ana’s awake!”
An excited voice reached her ears. Anastasia turned her head slightly and saw a room full of people.
Elder Mrs. Lancaster’s eyes were red as she clutched Anastasia’s hand, while Marina and Carter watched her intently from a few steps back.
A sharp pain shot through her right hand.
She turned to the other side and saw the person gripping her hand by the bedside.
—Harrison.
Looking at his bloodshot, exhausted eyes, she managed a pale smile and whispered, “Hubby.”
She didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but judging by Harrison’s disheveled state, it couldn’t have been a short time.
Seeing the hint of obsession and madness in his eyes, she had no doubt that if she hadn’t woken up soon, he might have lost his mind.
“I’m fine, don’t worry,” she said softly, squeezing his hand to reassure him.
Then, remembering, she asked, “What about the others in the car?”
Besides her, Mr. West and his assistant had been in the vehicle.
“The woman’s injuries aren’t serious; she’s in the next room. The other man is in the intensive care unit.”
Anastasia’s heart tightened. She remembered what had happened. In that critical moment, the man had used his own body to shield her. Why would he do that?
“Is he badly hurt?” she asked urgently.
“Don’t worry. His life isn’t in danger for now.”
Anastasia felt a small measure of relief.
“You can rest easy,” Elder Mrs. Lancaster said, taking her hand again. “We heard that gentleman protected you, which is why your injuries were so minor. He’s a benefactor to the Lancaster family, and we will be sure to thank him properly.”
“How long was I asleep?” Anastasia asked.

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