The wedding was in utter chaos.
Una lifted her cool, clear eyes—not to Hans, but to Eleanor, whose face was flushed and twisted with rage.
Una’s lips curled into a smile, sharp and deliberate.
Eleanor saw the challenge in Una’s gaze, and in that instant, she understood Una’s intent.
She also saw, clear as day, Hans kicking aside the security guards who were restraining Una—one after another, with force and fury.
He tore off his tie and wrapped it tightly around Una’s injured wrist, then scooped her up in his arms.
Snapped back to her senses, Eleanor gathered up her wedding dress and stumbled after them, tears already brimming in her eyes.
“Hans, you can’t leave,” she pleaded, her voice trembling.
The wedding was already ruined, but she was determined to press on, no matter how imperfect it had become.
Hans frowned, his voice frosty. “She’s hurt.”
“Someone else can take her,” Eleanor hissed, lowering her voice. If Hans walked out now, she’d be a laughingstock. No—she already was, from the moment Hans picked Una up in front of everyone.
Desperate, she looked to Daniel for help.
He and Nora were already making their way over.
Daniel’s expression was icy. “I’ll take her.”
His glare pinned Hans in place—a silent warning.
Hans hesitated, tightening his hold on Una.
Nora, covering her mouth and eyes brimming with worry, cried out, “Una, don’t fall asleep! Please, stay with us!”
Her desperate shout snapped Hans out of his uncertainty. He looked at Eleanor. “I’ll take her to the hospital. I’ll be back soon.”
He shot Daniel a pointed glance. “I’m counting on you here.”
With Una in his arms, he strode away, leaving Eleanor and the wreckage of the wedding behind.
Nora hurried after them.

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