Chapter 13:
Harlee wondered if the surgery had finished early. If that were the case, she would find Rhys to inform him she was taking her leave. Just then, a nurse walked by.
Harlee stopped her to ask where Rhys was. The nurse pointed to the left.
âAt the end of the hallway. Take the elevator down to the basement, and youâll find him.â
Harlee raised an eyebrow, sensing something amiss. Nathanielâs surgery was finished, so why wasnât Rhys in the ward caring for him? Why had Rhys gone to the basement instead?
Though confused, Harlee brushed off her suspicion and followed the nurseâs instructions, heading downstairs. When Harlee stepped out of the elevator, a cold breeze struck her face. She had arrived at a chilly, eerie morgue.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Had Nathanielâs surgery not been successful?
Harlee then recalled how Nathaniel had stubbornly held her hand before the surgery. She took a deep breath and frowned as she pushed the door open to enter.
As soon as she stepped inside the morgue, the door behind her shut automatically. The room was dimly lit and empty. Neatly made beds covered with white sheets lined the walls, hiding stiff shapes beneath them.
A normal person might have screamed and cried in fear in a situation like this, but Harlee didnât lose her composure.
Her icy gaze took in her surroundings, and she realized she had walked straight into a trap.
But now wasnât the time to uncover the culprit just yet. She needed to figure out how to leave.
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Luckily, Harlee always carried a backpack filled with emergency tools. The morgue door had an electronic lock managed by an AI system. While she didnât know the password, cracking it was a piece of cake for her.
All she needed to do was hack into the hospitalâs security system.
As Harlee pulled out her mini laptop, the door suddenly emitted a buzzing noise. The dim lights in the morgue flickered, and then everything went black.
Harlee stepped forward and, as she had expected, saw that the access control system was damaged.
Even if she figured out the password, she wouldnât be able to unlock the door.
Her face hardened as she pulled out several mechanical parts, planning to force the door open.
But the person who had trapped her was truly cruel. Soon, the temperature in the morgue began to plummet. It started off chilly, but within half a minute, Harleeâs hands and feet felt frozen. The temperature had dropped to at least two hundred and ninety degrees Fahrenheit below zero. The temperature continued to fall.
At this rate, it was too much for any human to bear.
Harlee realized she couldnât dismantle the door.
Her consciousness started to fade, and a wave of frustration over her carelessness washed over her.
At this moment, outside the morgue door, Lindsay reached for Rhysâ hand.
âWhat are you doing, Rhys?â
Rhys fiercely shook Lindsay off. Lindsay landed hard on her backside, unable to get up because of the pain in her tailbone. Rhys didnât spare Lindsay a look.
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