excuse to leave.”
“Buy whatever she needs. She won’t die immediately without medication. She’s clearly making up stories.”
“Don’t let her leave under any circumstances.”
“Yes, sir.”
2/4
The security guard put his phone away and looked at me apologetically. I leaned against the wall, my face pale with pain.
“Mr. Parker says we must keep you here, but we can get whatever medication you need.”
I attempted a weak smile. “It’s okay. I’ll figure something out.”
The truth was, my prescriptions weren’t something just anyone could purchase. As a late-stage cancer patient, my medications required proper documentation and identification.
I made my way back to my bedroom, each step an effort. Snow followed closely, sensing my distress. I collapsed onto the bed, curling around the pain in my stomach.
So Blake is determined to keep me prisoner, even at the cost of my health.
I grabbed the old phone Felix had given me.
“Felix,” I said weakly. “I need your help…”
Blake’s POV
After handling the call about Audrey, I immediately contacted Michael.
“Where exactly is Hannah Winters’ room?” I asked urgently.
After a while, Michael’s voice came through. “Sir, we’ve searched Mayo Clinic’s records thoroughly. There’s no patient registered as Hannah Winters.”
I frowned. “That’s impossible. I’ve seen her myself.”
“However,” Michael continued, “we’ve discovered a secretive treatment area in the basement. Our men have located it. Would you
like an escort?”
“Immediately,” I replied.
A black-suited security guard soon appeared and led me toward a service elevator. As we descended to the basement, I wondered if those three would actually harm a sick girl.
Even Thalia wouldn’t go that far, would she?
But as we approached the basement corridor, I could hear sounds that suggested otherwise. A girl’s frightened crying and a woman’s desperate pleas grew louder with each step.
‘I never tried to seduce Mr. Parker…” Hannah’s voice broke between sobs. “The keychain was just a thank you gift…”
“A thank you gift?” Thalia laughed, the sound cold and harsh. “Is that what you call sleeping with my brother these days?”
A sharp slap echoed through the hallway.
“Trash, Thalia spat.
“Easy there,” Laurel’s voice was eerily calm. “Blake still has that pathetic keychain in his pocket. He obviously has a thing for his new toy.”
3/4
“I thought we were finally rid of Audrey, and now this,” Thalia complained.
Hannah’s mother’s voice was frantic. “Please, we never meant any harm. We’re just grateful for Mr. Parker’s help – *
“God, it reeks in here,” Laurel cut her off. “Olivia, what is that smell?”
“Dead fish I brought. Fitting for their station, wouldn’t you say?”
Laurel sighed dramatically. “It’s a cheap keychain, honey. Keep it. Don’t think you can compete with me using dollar store crafts.”
I kicked the door open.
