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doctor had a chance to explain. “Is he okay? Is he in pain?”

The doctor smiled into her soft, blue eyes, relieved that he could convey good news this time. “Your brother is going to be okay,” he said to reassure her.

Sierra felt as if she were going to faint with that news but she gripped the back of the chair and forced her mind to function properly. As the news sunk in, she was so relieved, she started crying again, grabbing the doctor’s hand and gripping it between both of hers. “Thank you!” she whispered with vehemence.

“Not so fast,” the doctor cautioned gently, clearing his throat at the stunningly beautiful woman standing before him. Even with her mascara running down her face, he could see her porcelain complexion and her big, blue eyes made him forget his wife while she looked up at him. They actually made him forget to breathe for a moment. This young girl was exquisitely gorgeous and the deep compassion shining through her lovely eyes only added to her beauty.

He felt bad when her exquisite blue eyes filled up with anxiety. He shook his head and focused on her words, trying to explain the whole situation. He had to stop thinking of her loveliness and focus on explaining her brother’s condition.

Clearing his throat, he took her hand and guided her back to the chairs so they were both sitting down. “He’s going to need a great deal of care. Right now, he’s in a coma so that,” he heard her gasp but put a reassuring hand to her shoulder and guided her back to focus on his words, “ so we could operate more safely. He has several broken ribs, one of which punctured a lung. His right collar bone is broken, his left leg is broken in two places and there are several contusions which bruised his internal organs. Thankfully, nothing was punctured or things would have been much worse. But it was a good thing you were right there and able to call when you did. He wouldn’t have made it if you’d been any later.” The doctor chuckled at the young beauty’s worried expression. “That was some bar fight he was in.”

Sierra absorbed all of this information with a painful heart. The doctor thought the man had been in a bar fight? Should she tell him the truth? What would happen if she said that her father’s men had done this? Surely there would still be blood in her father’s office. Maybe the police could seize the car and have it tested. But would that get back to his father? He hadn’t been driving the car, she hadn’t seen him beat up this stranger and she hadn’t even heard him order the beating.

Or was her father smart enough to clean up all the evidence? He wasn’t a stupid man. No one could create the enormous criminal empire Joe Berutelli commanded and be unintelligent. He’d gone this long without any problems with the law, or at least no problems that she knew about, so it was probably a good bet that he’d already cleaned up any evidence that might incriminate him.

Besides, if she told this doctor that it hadn’t been a bar fight, the police would get involved and they might start asking questions. If they asked anything of her father, he would know that the stranger was still alive.

Wasn’t it better to let the man heal before she took on gaining justice for the stranger?

A moment later, the doctor cleared his throat and looked serious again so Sierra brought her eyes up from the floor to focus on his kind features once again. “He’s in recovery now and the medicine we used to induce the coma will be wearing off pretty soon. He’ll be moved to the intensive care unit and I can’t say how long it will take before he recovers enough to be moved to a regular room, much less to be released.” He looked sad as he said, “This could be a long, painful and expensive ordeal ahead for your brother.”

“Don’t worry about payment. I’ll make sure everything is taken care of. Just make sure he’s not in any pain. Please!” Sierra cried, relieved that he was still alive. She’d take it one day at a time. “When can I see him?” she asked, not sure if the beaten man even wanted to see her but she could peek at him while he was unconscious, just to make sure he