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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
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 218. Serious
“I’ve never gotten a nosebleed before like this,” suddenly I find myself saying to this woman who I met just minutes ago. “Think it’s serious?”“It does look like that,” the masked woman notes, and digs into her pocket before handing me an unopened package of tissues, “here you go, I have a feeling you’re going to need more of these. Did you hit your head somewhere? Got a headache?” she looks around, “I mean, with a place like this I might have wondered if you had said the wrong thing to the wrong person.”“Nothing that exciting,” I do not know why I’m speaking to her as if I had known her forever. This level of familiarity is bizarre, but it doesn’t feel wrong. She’s still holding out the tissues, and wiggles her hand trying to get my attention, “thank you very much.” I take the tissues.“If it’s not too forward of me, can I ask you what’s wrong?” the woman questions conversationally, “I caught sight of you just a while ago, and I swear I wasn’t talking to you. I noticed that you loo
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 219. I can't!
The nosebleed stops moments after the woman leaves me, and I find Gerald and the gang.Lemon breaks down when I relay to him the news of Coraline’s fate. Mal and Erikkson look extremely upset, and Clara who had finally made her way to the police station after spending the night at the hospital looks sympathetically at all of us. I hold onto Lemon as he starts to sob, after putting much effort to hold in his tears. Gerald stands by the side, looking dark and desolate. He’s got his phone in his hand as if it’s a weapon and I think maybe it is. He could get so many things done with one phone call. I wonder if he had called my father and notified him of this new development, but I won’t keep holding my breath. Dad had gone abroad again due to some emergency in his business somewhere, and although he said that he would be in touch, he had not even called. Maybe he called Gerald, but not me.And I can’t help but resent him a bit for it.We make our way out of the police station, feeling wor
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 220. SUV
I close my eyes as my body freezes right there in the middle of the road. The SUV keeps barreling towards me, and I think, with my feet planted firmly to the ground, this is it. I’m going to be hit, and with the speed that car is traveling, I’m going to be badly damaged. And I can only hope then that I would be damaged enough to end it all.To my surprise, I don’t feel the vehicle colliding with my skin.Instead, I hear the sharp sound of tires screeching against the asphalt, and people scream all around me. I feel the gush of wind coming from a vehicle stopping right in front of you after coming at you at full speed.For a moment, it feels like the world had stopped.After a beat of two when my heart slows down enough to not give me a heart attack, I slowly open my eyes to see what the hell had happened.The car had stopped just inches away from me. As I watch with a racing heart, the doors on either side of the backseat open, and out steps two men dressed in suits and black mirrored
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