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Chapter 453
Chapter 453:
She gritted her teeth, tore open the pouch, and squeezed the dark red liquid onto the inside of her thighs, letting it soak into the white silk of her robe.
Then she opened her mouth and screamed.
The penthouse maids rushed in seconds later. They saw the blood. They saw Alycia weeping on the floor, clutching her stomach. Panic erupted. An ambulance was called.
In the present, Cole’s black SUV slammed to a halt in the emergency bay of Mt. Sinai Hospital.
𝗗on’𝗍 𝗆і𝘀ѕ ոе𝘸 𝗋𝘦𝘭еа𝘴𝘦𝘀 𝗈𝗇
He threw the door open and marched through the sliding glass doors, the violent energy from the club still radiating off him like heat from an open furnace. He bypassed the front desk, took the private elevator directly to the VIP maternity ward, and pushed open the heavy wooden door to Alycia’s suite.
The bright hospital lights immediately illuminated the grotesque swelling around his left eye and the dried blood on his collar.
Alycia lay in the hospital bed looking pale and fragile, an IV drip connected to her arm, tears tracking silently down her cheeks.
The attending physician — a top-tier obstetrician — stood at the foot of the bed holding a tablet. He looked up as Cole entered, his expression carefully controlled, his eyes briefly widening at the billionaire’s battered appearance before he dropped his gaze back to his notes.
“Mr. Compton,” the doctor said, clearing his throat. “Miss Beasley suffered a minor contusion to the hip from the fall. The pregnancy, however, is perfectly stable. There are no signs of miscarriage p>
Cole’s eyes narrowed. He was a predator who had survived on reading micro-expressions for thirty years. He caught the slight hesitation in the doctor’s delivery.
“What aren’t you telling me?” Cole said.
The doctor shifted his weight. “It’s the blood on her garments. When the nurses cleaned her, they noted that the coagulation rate and viscosity were — unusual. It did not behave like typical biological fluid. For legal and insurance purposes, Mr. Compton, we are required to run a full composition analysis on any non-biological substance found in a situation like this. It is standard protocol p>
He didn’t use the word fake. He didn’t need to. The implication settled into the sterile air like a stone into still water.
“Leave us,” Cole ordered.
The doctor left quickly, pulling the door shut behind him.
Alycia immediately extended her hand toward Cole. A trembling sob escaped her lips, though her eyes darted nervously to his ruined face — briefly terrified by the raw violence still written across it.
“Cole,” she whispered. “I was so frightened. I slipped in the bathroom. I thought I had lost our baby p>
Cole walked slowly toward the bed. He did not take her hand. He looked down at her with eyes that were completely dead.
He had just come from a room where his greatest, most agonizing sin had been thrown in his face. He had no patience left for theater.
Alycia, misreading his silence as shock, decided to press her advantage.