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Chapter 781:
“I want her medical license revoked. Permanently. Effective sunrise.” Cole’s voice dropped to something low and deliberate. “I want every hospital in the tri-state area to blacklist her name. I want her removed from every medical journal, every professional association, every single thing she ever attached her name to. I want to take away everything she ever cared about—her pride, her status, her vanity, everything that makes her Alycia Beasley. I want her to wake up tomorrow morning and understand that she is nothing. Less than nothing p>
He moved to the bar and poured another glass of whiskey, swallowing it in one motion. The burn did nothing to dull the pain or quiet the rage. If anything, it stoked it hotter.
The assistant ended his call. “It’s done. They’re holding an emergency session at five a.m. The revocation will be official by eight p>
“Good.” Cole stared out at the city, his eyes cold and hollow. “Leave me p>
The assistant lingered for a moment, then turned and walked quietly back to the elevator. The doors closed behind him, and Cole was alone in the dark.
R𝘦𝘢𝖽 𝘸𝗶𝗍𝗁o𝗎t 𝗶𝘯𝘁𝖾𝘳𝗋u𝘱tі𝗼ո𝘴 𝘰ո gа𝘭ոo𝘷е𝗹ѕ.𝖼o𝗺
He poured another drink. Then another. He thought of June—of all the pain he had caused her, of all the ways he had failed her, of the long, terrible accounting of his own failures. This was the least he could do. A pathetic, inadequate atonement, and he knew it. He would destroy Alycia Beasley. He would make her answer for every single thing she had done.
And after that, he didn’t know what came next. He only knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
At nine o’clock sharp, the lobby of New York Presbyterian Hospital hummed with its usual morning chaos. Alycia Beasley walked through the revolving doors with her head held high, her designer heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. She had spent the night in a seedy black market clinic in the Bronx, scrubbing every trace of her presence from the hospital’s medication room, and she was convinced she had left nothing behind. Today she was simply here to read the room—to see if anyone suspected anything.
She sauntered up to the nurses’ station, adopting her usual tone of bored entitlement. “Can you tell me how Mrs. Henderson is doing in VIP 7? I wanted to check on her before my rounds p>
The head nurse looked up. Her expression was cold and contemptuous, as though she were looking at something that had no business being there. She didn’t answer. She simply stared, her eyes flat and unblinking, until Alycia shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her gaze.
Before she could demand an explanation, two large security guards materialized at her sides. “Dr. Beasley,” the lead guard said, his voice flat and devoid of inflection. “You are required to report to the executive conference room on the top floor immediately. Come with us p>
Alycia’s heart skipped a beat. A flicker of panic crossed her face before she smothered it with indignation. “What is this? I have patients to see. I demand to know what this is about p>
The guards didn’t respond. They simply stepped closer, their frames blocking any route of escape. Realizing she had no choice, Alycia squared her shoulders and followed them to the elevator, her mind working furiously, trying to identify what could have gone wrong.