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Chapter 367
Chapter 367:
She pressed a trembling hand against her face and looked up at June, her eyes wide with staggering disbelief. She had never, in a million years, expected this quiet, patient woman to resort to such raw, calculated psychological warfare — and to execute it in such a deeply humiliating way.
The shock instantly curdled into a tidal wave of fury.
Alycia opened her mouth and let out a shrill, piercing scream.
“June Erickson!” Alycia shrieked. “You psycho p>
The scream echoed down the long corridor and immediately caught the attention of two nurses standing at the far end of the hall. They turned, their eyes widening in alarm.
June did not flinch. She did not take a single step back.
“I not only dared to break your pathetic little toys,” June stated, her voice dropping to a freezing, lethal register. “I will make you pay a massive price for what you just said p>
At that exact moment, a soft electronic chime sounded through the air.
𝗦𝘢𝘃e y𝗼ur f𝖺v𝘰𝗿i𝘁e 𝗇𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗇 ѕ.𝗰𝗈𝗺
Ding.
The heavy metal doors of the VIP elevator at the end of the hall slid slowly open.
A tall man in a perfectly tailored dark charcoal suit stepped out of the elevator car.
Alycia caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and saw his broad shoulders.
Her frantic screaming stopped instantly — as though someone had flipped a switch in her brain.
In a fraction of a second, the manic rage vanished from her face, replaced by a masterful, precisely calibrated expression of pure terror and helpless victimization.
Alycia quickly shifted her position on the floor, curling into a small, pathetic ball. She raised her hand and pressed her sharp nails into her own cheek, dragging them across the skin until it flushed a bright, angry red — desperately faking the aftermath of a physical blow.
A massive, fatal misunderstanding was about to detonate, and with it, the trigger on June’s ultimate destruction in Cole’s eyes.
Cole stepped out of the elevator.
The very first thing his eyes locked onto was a scene of absolute chaos.
June was standing in the center of the corridor, struggling to retrieve her fallen crutch. Her back was straight, her chest heaving, and her face was covered in a dark layer of pure hostility.
Directly at her feet, Alycia was collapsed on the floor. Her hair was a tangled mess, her expensive bag was spilled across the tiles, and she was clutching her bright red cheek.
Alycia’s acting skills peaked in that exact second.
She looked up and saw Cole. Her eyes instantly flooded with thick, convincing tears. Her lower lip trembled.
She did not scream. She did not immediately point fingers.
Instead, Alycia slowly, with perfect deliberation, moved her trembling hand away from her faked bruise and wrapped both arms protectively around her flat stomach. She curled her body inward, looking exactly like a mother desperately shielding her unborn child from a predator.
That single, calculated movement was a lethal strike.
It hit the exact nerve in Cole’s brain connected to duty, responsibility, and the legacy of his dead brother.