Katelyn couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss, though she couldn’t pinpoint what it was. She went over the medical report again and again, finally confirming the grim reality: Neil’s condition was critical. He had no more than a week left to live.
Katelyn’s mind raced. His condition must be tied to the poisoning incident from before. Could the antidote she’d used have failed? But that didn’t make sense—it had been thoroughly tested.
No matter how hard she tried to connect the dots, something felt off.
Seeing her deep in thought, Brayan mistook her reaction for distress.
“Hades, you know better than anyone how fragile life can be. Sometimes, we just have to accept the inevitable.”
Katelyn cut him off abruptly.
“Enough. Keep the report.” Without another word, she turned and left, leaving Brayan holding the file, perplexed by her reaction.
He wondered if she was too devastated to accept the reality. But that didn’t seem like Katelyn. She was too composed to let emotions cloud her judgment.
Back in Neil’s ward, Katelyn found him asleep, his breathing labored. She stood by his bedside, watching him closely, analyzing every detail of his condition.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. Jaxen had sent her a text.
“Where are you now? I’ll come to you.”
She quickly replied, “I’m at the hospital, in Neil’s ward.”
Katelyn’s reply surprised Jaxen a lot. He couldn’t quite grasp the reason Katelyn went to visit Neil. But he didn’t press for an answer. Instead, he replied, “I’ll be there soon.”
The notification sound woke Neil. He blinked weakly at Katelyn, his pale face softening as his gaze settled on her.
“Katelyn, thank you for everything,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
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But before Katelyn could respond, a sharp voice rang out from the doorway.
“She doesn’t deserve your gratitude!”
Katelyn’s eyes darted towards the door. Lise met Katelyn’s gaze with a fierce glare, seemingly ready to rip Katelyn apart. The air crackled with palpable, undeniable hatred.
Neil muttered sharply, “Lise, shut up!” His voice, though weak and lacking authority, managed to silence Lise.
Katelyn gave Neil a scornful look and let out a cold laugh.
“Neil, should you die, my first order of business will be ensuring she ends up in jail.” She was not one to be easily intimidated. Lise had repeatedly caused her trouble, and she was not about to let it slide.
Neil’s face grew somber as he whispered, “Katelyn, let bygones be bygones.” He clearly intended to protect Lise.
However, Katelyn was not inclined to forgive. After all, Lise had committed murder! Without justice for the crime, Katelyn could never rest. Killers shouldn’t walk free. Lise’s rightful place was in prison.
Anger drained the color from Lise’s face; her fists clenched, eyes burning with malice.
“Katelyn, don’t be too sure of yourself. Your downfall will come, and I’ll be there to witness it!”
Katelyn sneered.
“Sorry, but I won’t fall until you’re behind bars.” Who did Lise think she was, acting so arrogantly in this place? If Neil hadn’t intervened, she would still be in prison.
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