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Chapter 477
Chapter 477:
June’s mind went blank.
The carrier slipped from her fingers and struck the linoleum floor with a loud, echoing crack.
A wave of pure, paralyzing terror washed over her. She spun around and sprinted out of the room, grabbing the arm of a passing nurse, her fingernails pressing into the woman’s scrubs.
“Where is my rabbit?” June demanded, her voice shaking violently. “Where is Snowball p>
The nurse looked terrified. “Ma’am, I just started my shift. I don’t know p>
𝖫а𝘁𝖾ѕ𝘵 𝗰𝗁𝖺p𝗍𝖾𝗿s 𝘰n.сom
June released her and shoved past, sprinting to the main security office at the end of the hall. She slammed her fist against the locked door until the head of security pulled it open.
“Pull the cameras for the VIP ward,” June said, her voice dropping to an absolute zero. “Right now p>
Ten minutes later, June stood motionless in the darkened security room, her eyes locked on the glowing monitors. She did not blink. She barely breathed.
The footage showed the quiet hallway at 5:30 AM.
A man stepped out of the stairwell — a former veterinary technician who had been fired just the week before. The camera angle clearly captured Susan Beasley meeting him in a blind spot near a service elevator. She handed him a thick, unmarked envelope. He pocketed it, then used a cloned master access badge to swipe open the door to Snowball’s room.
Three minutes later, Richard Beasley’s driver — a man June recognized from past galas — walked out carrying a generic, opaque black duffel bag. The zipper was pulled tight, but the heavy canvas shifted and bulged slightly, indicating something alive was moving inside. It was a calculated, professional extraction that had been designed to evade any casual hallway camera sweep.
Susan smiled at the driver — a vicious, triumphant sneer — and gestured for him to follow her back down the stairwell.
The security room was completely silent.
The head of security was pale and sweating. “Ms. Erickson, I am so sorry. We will contact the NYPD immediately. We will terminate that technician p>
June did not hear a single word he said.
A sound like a jet engine roared in her ears. The terror dissolved. The panic dissolved.
In their place, a volcanic, apocalyptic fury erupted in her blood.
They had taken everything from her. Her marriage, her dignity, her mother’s brooch, and her ability to have children. And now these greedy, calculating parasites had broken into a hospital to steal a defenseless animal — purely to watch her suffer.
The last remaining thread of June’s restraint snapped.
She did not cry. She did not scream. Her eyes hardened into twin pools of black ice. She looked like a goddess of vengeance stepping onto a battlefield.
She turned and walked out of the security room, past the shouting guards, past the receptionist at the front desk, and straight through the front doors.