Chapter 203
Chapter 203:
A faint shuffling broke the silence from inside. Kristine’s heart pounded as she gripped her bag tighter, barely daring to breathe.
The door swung open, and a man with rumpled hair and a haunted look appeared in the frame. The instant he caught sight of Kristine, pure panic flashed across his face.
That was when the realization hit her — she was staring straight at Azariah, the very doctor who had tricked her into that hospital visit.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Kristine reached into her bag and drew out a compact handgun, her lips curling into a cold smile as Azariah spun on his heel, desperate to flee. “You really think you can outrun a bullet p>
Azariah froze, eyes locked on the gun, his knees buckling beneath the weight of his terror.
From inside the room, a nurse peeked out, startled by the commotion. The second she saw the weapon, she collapsed in a heap, trembling and letting out a faint whimper.
Ryan, who had witnessed his share of shady scenes as a private investigator, stood wide-eyed. He had been around guns before — but he had never expected gentle, soft-spoken Kristine to be the one wielding one.
Kristine’s voice, steady and cold, cut through the shock. “Shut the door p>
Snapped back to reality, Ryan quickly closed it, and a heavy silence settled in around them.
Kristine left the lights off. She raised her phone and let its harsh flashlight beam cut through the gloom. The cold light slashed across the two terrified figures on the floor, and it washed over Kristine’s face as well — draping it in stark shadows, making her eyes glitter with icy resolve. In that dim room, she looked less like a woman seeking answers and more like something inevitable.
ѕ𝘩а𝘳𝖾 𝗒о𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝗵о𝘶g𝘩ts on.с𝗼𝘮
Ryan caught a glimpse of someone else in Kristine then — a ghostly echo of Colton, the richest man in Gridron.
Kristine pressed the gun firmly beneath Azariah’s chin, her voice unflinching. “Start talking. Who sent you to lure me into that hospital? Who gave you information about my supposed match with Elyse p>
His whole body shook as he stared up at her. “It was… Dr. Brent Walsh. That’s the truth! We’re just the middlemen. Please, you have to believe me!” His voice trembled, every word weighed down by the cold press of steel against his jaw.
Kristine’s expression barely flickered. She had expected that name — but it wasn’t the answer she was really after.
“Brent is just a surgeon. You expect me to believe you did all this simply because he told you to?” Her words cut sharper than any blade. “You’re running out of time. If you don’t give me the truth, I’ll make sure you disappear for good p>
Azariah broke down under the pressure, tears streaming freely. “Alright! I’ll tell you everything. Dr. Walsh approached us first — but he said we should listen because it was Elyse Lloyd’s idea. She’s the one who wanted it done p>
A hard glint shone in Kristine’s eyes. “Prove it. Show me you’re not just covering for yourself p>