NovelEnglishChapter 85
Chapter 85
Jason slammed his eyes shut. If all the evidence pointed to her, he couldn’t keep her around any longer. She’d been a danger to his grandmother and his child, and she could have hurt them at any time. After a mental battle, he gritted out, “if she did it, the Wilsons deserve an explanation.” He didn’t say prison, but the implication hung heavy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCamila smirked and ordered a guard, “Take her outside. Make her kneel until the test results come in.”
Kneel outside? Jason glanced out the window. It was a bone–chilling winter rain, miserable to be stuck in. “We can’t punish her until we have all the facts.”
Camila couldn’t stand her son getting attached. The more he defended Sophia, the more she had to pull stunts like this. “Results or not, remember the lake incident? They’d be fish food if it weren’t for pure luck. I let her off with kneeling then, Jason. Think about Alison before you jump to protect her.”
Knowing arguments fueled the fire, Jason stayed silent and finally sighed, “Fine.” Relief washed over Camila. She feared Jason had developed feelings after four years. Thankfully, he was still the stoic leader, unfazed by women. As long as he wasn’t on Sophia’s side, she could finally use Alison’s coma to banish the “nuisance” for good. “What are you waiting for? Get her out there!”
The guards grabbed Sophia’s arm, dragging her outside. Her gaze followed Jason’s retreating figure, burning with hatred. A sharp pain that through her, making her teeth grind together. Fresh blood trickled down her chin. Seeing this, Camila viciously pinched Sophia’s arm. “Your man’s gone, and you’re still playing the victim? Be smart, leave the Wilsons. Make way for Ada. Otherwise, don’t blme for messing up
that pretty face of yours. It attracts too much trouble.” Sophia’s beauty was a constant annoyance, a mafor problems in her eyes. Without Alison’s shield, Camila could finally deal with her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMeanwhile, in the doctor’s office.
Aaron shoved a pharmacist into the doctor’s office. “Mr. Wilson, this guy handles Mrs. Wilson’s meds. Besides a couple of bigwigs, he’s the only one who knows the specifics.” Jason stood by the window, a dark cloud hanging over him. The winter rain wasn’t heavy, but each drop felt like a tiny ice pick. Even with central heating, a bone–deep chill permeated him. The lone figure huddled outside blurred with the rain, slowly fading away. “Is this the end?‘ The thought of a life without her constricted his chest,
“Mr. Wilson? Mr. Wilson?” Aaron’s voice broke through Jason’s daze. He whirled around, his voice a low growl, “Anyone asking about Alison’s meds lately?” The pharmacist, practically trembling out of his shoes, met Jason’s icy stare. Alison’s critical condition and potential medication leak were clear. As the pharmacist, he was a prsuspect. “Mr. Wilson, I swear, I didn’t leak anything!”
A cold fury settled on Jason’s face, hardening his features into an unrecognizable mask. “Did someone ask about the formula?” His voice, usually smooth and charming, now had a steely edge that sent shivers down the pharmacist’s spine. The man, utterly terrified, crumpled to his knees, his face pale as a ghost. “Y–yes, sir,” he stammered, “someone did.”
“Who the hell is that?”
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