Here’s a continuation of the story in the same emotional and dramatic style:

“Wait… you’re the girl who saved my life.”

The words landed in the room like a dropped glass.

For a moment, nobody moved.

Nobody even seemed to breathe.

Victoria’s smile froze.

My father frowned.

I stared at Richard Harrington, certain he had mistaken me for someone else.

“What?” I whispered.

Richard took a step away from the head table.

His eyes never left mine.

“You were working at St. Anne’s Medical Center three years ago.”

My heart skipped.

I had worked there before transferring to trauma care.

Slowly, I nodded.

“Yes.”

The room remained silent.

Richard laughed softly, almost to himself.

“I knew it.”

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