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Chapter 780:
The elevator chimed softly, breaking the silence. Cole didn’t turn around. He knew who it was. Only one person had access to his penthouse at this hour.
His chief assistant crossed the marble floor quickly, holding a sealed red folder, his face grim. He hesitated before speaking. “Mr. Cole. The forensics results from Long Island PD came through. Expedited processing, just as you requested p>
Cole still didn’t turn. He simply extended his hand, his fingers slightly unsteady from the alcohol. The assistant placed the folder in his palm. Cole tore off the seal with a sharp, clean sound and pulled out the pages inside, scanning them by the faint light from the window.
The first page hit him like a sledgehammer.
Partial index fingerprint recovered from the tampered penicillin IV bag interface at Presbyterian Hospital. 99% match to Alycia Beasley’s medical board registration fingerprint on file.
Cole’s breath caught. His pupils dilated, and his fingers crumpled the edge of the page hard enough to tear it. He turned to the second, his hands shaking now.
Crime scene report: Vivian Erickson’s gravesite. One size 7 high heel impression recovered from muddy lawn. Sole pattern matches limited edition Chanel custom ankle boots. Financial records show Cole Alexander Compton purchased said boots for Alycia Beasley.
T𝘩𝘦 𝗺𝘰𝘀𝘵 p𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝗮r ոо𝗏𝖾𝗹s 𝗼𝗻
The assistant spoke quietly from behind him. “There’s more. The cigarette butt found at the scene—the DNA matches Susan Beasley, Alycia’s mother. They were both there that night p>
The world tilted.
Cole rose so fast his chair scraped loudly across the marble. A wave of nausea hit him, so violent he had to grip the windowsill to keep from going down. Every piece fell into place—every lie, every half-truth, every suspicious coincidence he had dismissed. He had been so desperate to believe that Alycia was the innocent victim she had claimed to be that he had refused to see what was directly in front of him.
He picked up the crystal whiskey glass from the side table and hurled it at the bulletproof window with everything he had. It shattered with a deafening crack, shards flying across the room. Cole let out a sound that was barely human—raw rage and agony, the sound of a man who had finally understood the full cost of his own blindness.
He paced, fists clenched at his sides, chest heaving. The guilt arrived like a tidal wave. He had defended Alycia. He had argued with June over her. He had nearly let June die because of his absolute, idiotic faith in a woman who had been lying to him from the beginning.
He spun to face his assistant. “Get me the chairman of the New York State Medical Board,” he said, his voice raw but with a lethal edge underneath it that made the assistant take a half-step back. “And the president of Presbyterian Hospital. Now p>
The assistant nodded and reached for his phone.
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