Chante 10 Deadly Bevels.
Chapter 30: Deadly Revelations
Chapter 30: Deadly Revelations
(Olivia's POV)
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Winters. We've done all we could"
Dr. Fletcher's words hit me like a physical blow. My legs weakened beneath me,
and I swayed unsteadily on my feet. If not for Lucas Blackwood's steadying hand on my shoulder, I might have collapsed right there in the hospital corridor.
Am
you Mrs.
Mrs. Winters?" Dr. Fletcher asked, his voice softening as he took in my devastated expression.
"Yes," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible. I felt drained of all energy, hollow inside
The truth about my daughter's death had been within my grasp. Now the only witness was dying, taking his testimony with him to the grave.
"He's asking for you," Dr. Fletcher said unexpectedly
My head snapped up. "What?"
"Roland Warner. He regained consciousness briefly and asked to speak with you. He was quite insistent."
"He's alive?" I could hardly believe it. "Can I see him?"
Dr. Fletcher nodded grimly. âYes, but I must warn you-he doesn't have much time. Minutes at most"
I didn't wait to hear more. I stumbled toward the room he indicated, my heart pounding with desperate hope.
The medical staff had already left, giving Roland his final moments of privacy. The room was eerily quiet
except for the slowing beep of the heart monitor.
I rushed to Roland's side, leaning close. "Roland, I've transferred the one hundred thousand dollars to your account. Tell me, who was it?"
Roland's gaze was already unfocused, his eyes glassy with approaching death. His lips barely moved as he whispered, "It... it was your rival... Victoria... Frost..."
Hearing Victoria's name sent a chill through my entire body. My pupils constricted sharply as rage and vindication coursed through me simultaneously.
Roland gasped for breath, clearly aware of his limited time. "Your daughter was rushed to the Medical Den for emergency treatment. The healers called my wife, asking her to come..."
He paused, fighting for each breath. "At that time, Victoria stopped her... She said her daughter Emma was also a match with my wife, and asked my wife to donate the kidney to her daughter, saying Emma's life depended on it..."
My hands trembled as I gripped the edge of his bed. Victoria had intercepted Lily's donor?
"She offered one hundred thousand dollars, and I agreed..." Roland continued, his voice growing weaker. "1 only found out a few days ago that my wife's kidney wasn't a match for Emma at all..."
His bloodshot eyes widened with the effort to communicate his final revelation. "Victoria didn't want to save her own daughter... She wanted Lily dead!"