Chapter 93
Chapter 93:
Azariah froze in shock. He had assumed Kristine’s small frame would make her easy to overpower, yet she proved anything but weak. He pulled desperately at the club, but her grip was unbreakable. When he looked up, his gaze met her fierce, red-rimmed eyes, and a wave of fear surged through him.
With a sudden jerk, Kristine wrenched the club from his grasp. She cast a cold glance at Azariah and managed a faint smile. “Let Colton know he won’t escape the consequences of what he’s done p>
Without hesitation, she struck Azariah in the face with the club, drawing a sharp, agonized scream.
Kristine surveyed the disorder in the room with icy calm, then lowered her eyes to the syringe still lodged in her arm. Whatever was in it wasn’t just saline. She could feel her eyelids growing heavier by the second. She couldn’t let herself lose consciousness now.
𝘞𝘩at e𝘷𝗲𝗿𝘺𝗈ne 𝘪𝘀 𝗿e𝘢𝗱𝘪𝗇𝘨 𝗼n
Leaning on the club for support, Kristine forced herself toward the door, moving one step at a time.
Time blurred as she struggled forward, but eventually she reached it. As she pulled the door open, a tall figure appeared in the doorway, blocking her escape. She looked up, her vision swimming, and barely made out a man’s features.
Her strength finally gave out, and she crumpled to the floor.
Before everything faded to black, she heard Elyse’s voice.
“Colton, is Kristine all right p>
Kristine came to and found herself restrained against a freezing operating table. A metal cuff secured one of her wrists to the rigid frame. No matter how hard she tried, she could not shift it even an inch.
Panic crept in as a realization struck her. She immediately lifted her free hand and pressed it against her abdomen. There was no sign of a surgical cut, which could only mean one thing: her kidneys were still untouched. Relief slowly left her lungs as she exhaled and shifted her gaze toward the nearby door. The sterile surroundings made it clear that this was an operating room.
But if Colton truly intended to take her kidney, why had he hesitated until now?
Before she could think it through any further, the door swung open.
Elyse was in a wheelchair, with Brent standing behind it, guiding her forward.
“How are you feeling, Kristine?” Elyse asked.
With narrowed eyes, Kristine looked at her. “Where is Colton p>
“He is waiting outside, but he does not want to face you yet. Do you want to see him p>
“Bring him in p>
“I’m sorry, but Colton refuses to see you for now, unless…” Elyse glanced in Brent’s direction.
Without needing further explanation, Brent stepped forward and set a heavy stack of documents beside Kristine.
“Unless you put your signature on these,” Elyse continued.
Kristine didn’t move an inch. “I’m not signing anything p>
The papers were impossible to read clearly from where she lay, and anything Elyse pushed in front of her could not lead anywhere good.
“I honestly think you should sign, Kristine,” Elyse said. “These are consent forms confirming that you are voluntarily donating your kidney to me. Once you sign them, the surgery can begin immediately. After that, everything will be over much faster p>