CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-EIGHT

RICHARD’S POV

The hospital premises were a mess of flashing cameras and shouting reporters as soon as I walked through the entrance. I barely got two steps in before they swarmed me like a pack of hungry wolves.

“Mr. Thorne, did you really attack the horse rider?” one reporter yelled, shoving a microphone in my face.

Another one cut in, “Are you here because you’re mentally unstable?”

I clenched my jaw. “What’s it to you?” I snapped. “My mother is undergoing a heart transplant. That’s why I’m here.”

A guy with a camera shoved it even closer. “So you’re admitting you attacked the horse rider? Did he really wish for your mother’s death?”

I felt my blood pressure rise. “Yeah, he did. And if he had the balls to say that to my face again, I’d gladly punch him again.”

They started shouting questions over each other, making it impossible to hear myself think. “Will you still be participating in the race?” One voice cut through the chaos.

“Hell yes, I’ll be there,” I said, trying to soun