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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 210. Victim
When the victim of a kidnapping gets killed, it becomes a homicide. And that means that the police of the area in which the homicide happened, the police were bound to get called.During the aftermath of the slashing, everyone including myself was so focused on Coraline that none of us notice the men who Mal and Lemon fought had escaped the house. It’s truly bizarre because none of the people present even noticed it happening. But after the paramedics leave for the hospital, we look for them everywhere, but they are just not present.However, we do not get enough time to do a thorough search in the underbelly of the building because not a moment later, the police officers arrived, and Gerald and Erikkson, who seems to be the only clearheaded ones out here, call us up.Outside is a flurry of police officers. A whole bunch of them floods into the abandoned house and descends upon us, asking question after question until we’re overwhelmed. Erikkson comes to our rescue and drags us outsid
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 211. ER
The hospital is busy, and I sit in front of the ER.Although it was my duty to call Coraline’s parents, the moment Gerald gave me the phone with their number already loaded to the screen, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t call them and tell them what had happened to their only daughter right in front of me, I couldn’t tell them that I had been standing right next to her when her throat was slashed by a psychopath, watching helplessly while trying to move an automatically locked iron gate with my bare hands so I could to them. I couldn’t tell them that I’d come so close to saving their little girl only to fail at the last minute. I couldn’t tell them about how she had bled in my own arms.So, I did not take the call. Instead, I asked Gerald to do it and walked away to where we had parked the van.“Hey,” a voice comes from right next to me, and I raise my head to see who it is.Clara stands with two cups of coffee in her hands. She offers one of the cups to me, looking really tired.“Here,”
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 212. One hour
One hour passed and we still do not get any news from the ER.Every time the door opens, and someone walks out, I get a giddy feeling in my chest and spring up to interact with them, but every time they walk past me to talk with someone else. Gerald had come and gone about a dozen times, checking in to see if I had any news about her condition, only to leave disappointed. I don’t know what exactly he is doing, and why he looks so busy, but he got his phone glued to his ear and I’m pretty sure that he is pulling all the strings he could just so we could not be in too much hot water.I know that no matter how noble our intentions were, we were going against a powerful enemy here, and that enemy somehow had an entire city’s police force under his thumb. And as Clara said before, going against that police force was going to blow this case out of proportion, and I wasn’t sure if we could manage that now with everything that was going on. Right now, the priority should be given to Coraline
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 213. Freezes
Mrs. Granger breaks down crying before I can even get to the middle of the report of what happened today, and although I feel so awkward, uncomfortable, and frankly hurt about telling her all of this, I see Mr. Granger who is doing his best not to follow his wife’s example, looking at me with desperate need in his eyes. And I understand and recognize that need, it’s the same thing that I’ve had since the beginning of this whole thing. The need to know what the hell happened.When I get to the part of the tale where I have to reveal the culprit behind the kidnapping I feel my throat close up.“If we hadn’t believed the word of the police and gathered information ourselves, we would’ve been able to see through the sham,” I say, “because the kidnapper was Aiden.”That pauses Mrs. Grangers cries and she gapes at me with tear-filled eyes.“What?” she utters, sounding utterly disbelieving. “Aiden Collins?”“Yes,” I nod, “Aiden Collins. Coraline’s ex-boyfriend.”Mrs. Granger buries her face
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 214. Sob
I stumble out of the hospital, swaying on my feet as if I was a crazy man. Nothing registers in my eyes, not the vehicles traveling in front of the hospital, not the ambulances coming blaring in bearing patients and paramedics, not the normal patients coming in with their health crisis sorted, coughing into tissues or holding bags of medical information…I certainly do not register the visitors coming in, bearing small comforts for their recovering loved ones, hoping to see them lit up with health upon seeing them enter their wards or their separate rooms.Recovering loved ones. What a concept that is.I do wonder, however, distantly as if I’m having an out-of-body experience, if they had witnessed loss as I had. I wonder if any of them had their loved ones rushed into the hospital after being tortured or shot, after being held in a dark basement while suffering unspeakable horrors hoping for rescue, only to be cut down like a lamb right in front of the man they thought would be their
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 215. Fond
I felt guilty for leaving the Grangers to deal with the news they received as I did, but at the time I had felt like I had no choice but to escape the confines of the ER waiting area. Had Gerald not found me when I did, I don’t know what I would’ve done. Probably walked into the traffic, judging by how distraught I was.How distraught I still am.The doctor told us that they would give us the final verdict after a day of observation, and Gerald is telling me that we had to go to the police soon to give them a sentence.“We have to get our story straight,” he tells me, and I don’t know if he’s oblivious to my fuming or is ignoring it for the sake of focusing on what’s more important than my temper tantrums. “We’ve botched this up already, and if not for Erikkson’s quick thinking in notifying the police in Clandestine City before attempting the rescue we’d have been in more heated waters. But now, we at least have some sort of a justification in case they try to turn this case around to
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 216. Stained
The aftermath of a crime is always messier than the crime itself especially when you’re a witness who just might be an accomplice to the crime as well. And this, coupled with the sadness of losing a loved one, and the anger of having a loved one taken away due to the crime itself, is bound to be tricky to navigate through. I know that I shouldn’t be angry with the Empire City police department because they were not the ones who were in charge of the investigation. They were not the ones who had been bought off by criminals, those problems belonged to Clandestine City. In fact, ECPD had been more than accommodating and very focused on the case, which was refreshing after the leg pulling the CCPD did, had I been in a better state of mind I have very much appreciated it. But I had not had any sleep the night before, and now I had been told that my girlfriend had died. There was nothing I wanted more than to return home to yesterday where Coraline was still alive. Hurt, yes, but alive ju
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 217. I stumble
I stumble out of the police station with a wad of tissues in my hand and another pressed to my nose as blood keeps spilling down my skull. I was instructed to put my head down so the blood flow won't choke me from trickling down my throat, so that’s exactly what I do. The officers release me, and rather than look for Gerald and the company I find another exit and get out of the police station. I’m not ready to face them yet, especially not with a nosebleed that seems to have come out of nowhere.Or maybe not nowhere. I’ve heard that people could get nosebleeds from stress, and God knows how much stress I’ve been under for the last few days. I should be grateful that I did not collapse because of it.But as soon as I step out into the crisp afternoon air, I feel dizzy. The smell of my own blood reminds me of the night before, and I’m so tired of the thick, red liquid. I feel like I’ve seen too much of it in my life. First, my mother, hit by a car and bleeding out in the street, and now
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