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,”