Chapter 547
Russell turned to Aria with a smirk. “Dr. Powell, what are you standing around for? Aren’t you going in?”
At Russell’s words, the guards instinctively shuffled aside, not daring to block the way.
Aria pushed the door open and strode inside.
Two armed guards from Ivy Hospital stood watch on either side.
In the hospital bed lay Tristan, a skeleton wrapped in skin. His hospital gown hung empty on his skeletal frame, and his tightly shut eyes were sunken deep into bruised sockets. He looked utterly sickly, completely devoid of life.
Aria stepped forward slowly. “Still alive?”
Tristan didn’t so much as twitch.
The two guards cast suspicious glances at her, but Aria ignored them completely. “Your life belongs to Ivy Hospital now. Don’t even think about dying before the experiment is complete,” she said coldly.
The two guards averted their gaze, but Aria met their eyes. “The Todd School has discovered Tristan Todd’s kidnapping,” she said coldly. “From now on, tighten security.”
On the bed, Tristan’s eyes snapped open, his cloudy gaze locking with Aria’s.
Aria sneered, “Did you really think you could get away, Dr. Todd?”
Tristan’s eyes widened in shock, his skeletal fingers suddenly curling tight.
Tristan struggled to sit up. Aria fought the urge to help him, watching as he shakily propped himself up.
“My chest’s been hurting lately. I can’t sleep at all,” Tristan rasped weakly. “I need my medication.”
Aria walked over and pressed two fingers to his wrist. “You’re not dying anytime soon.”
“Since there’s nothing wrong,” Aria said coolly. “I’ll head back to the lounge then.”
The room next door was the doctors’ lounge.
Aria rose and left.
As Aria walked away, Tristan’s hand curled into a tight fist beneath the blanket, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope.
He found it unbelievable that after all these years, the first person he saw was her.
As Russell walked down the corridor, his phone buzzed-Tyree was calling. “You’re at Ivy Hospital?”
“Yes,” Russell replied.
“What are you doing there? Olivia’s hurt-she needs you. Get back here now!” Tyree demanded.
Russell calmly said, “Godfather, looks like Ivy Hospital’s in for some trouble tonight.”
Tyree said harshly, “That’s an order.”
Russell curled his lips in a mocking smirk. “I’ll be back right away, Godfather.”
1/2
At 2 am, a sudden scream shattered the stillness of the night.
“Code Blue! He’s crashing!” a Wolfshade Syndicate guard shouted, frantically slamming the emergency button.
When Aria rushed into the ward, Tristan was convulsing in agony, white foam frothing at his lips.
“Code Blue! Get a doctor, now!” someone shouted.
Hearing the commotion, the guards outside flung the door open and rushed off to get help.
A gurney arrived. Aria helped lift Tristan onto it and rushed him toward the ER.
Two doctors came rushing over, looking tense.
As the Blood Association guards moved to check the doctors, Aria shot them a piercing glare. “If he dies and the experimen fails, none of you will get away with it.”
The two doctors slipped into the ER.
The two guards assigned to watch over Tristan followed inside. Aria made no move to stop them, instead calmly shutting th ER doors behind them.
Aria pulled on her gloves, positioned Tristan on his side, and commanded in a steady voice, “Get the ventilator!”
The two doctors exchanged a quick, knowing glance.
The wiry doctor slipped behind a guard, muffled his mouth with one hand, and plunged a syringe straight into a guard’s carotid artery with clinical precision.
The tall doctor simply snapped the other guard’s neck in one swift, brutal motion.
The whole thing took less than two seconds-so fast and silent, not even a thud as the guards hit the floor.
Tristan’s cloudy eyes fluttered open. With trembling hands, he clutched Aria’s hand, tears welling up in his eyes. “Madelyn…” he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.
Aria’s eyes curved into a smile. “It’s me, Dr. Todd,” she said softly. “I’m here to get you out.”
Owen and Skinny Wolf yanked off their surgical caps and masks.
“Get changed, now,” Aria ordered.
Tristan was stunned for a split second when he saw the man who bore his own likeness. Then he said weakly, “I might not be able to leave.”
Tristan clutched his abdomen weakly. “There’s a tracking implant inside me
“he said
