Chapter 1128



Lucas and Belinda had no idea who had invited him.

As the night unfolded, the conversation took a turn when Bethany brought up Kane.

Vincent scoffed, swirling his drink with a smirk. “Lucas, your brother never changes, does he? Looks like the lesson he learned three years ago wasn’t enough. He’s back to his old tricks—except this time, he’s got his sights set on Belinda.”

Johnson sighed, shaking his head. “I feel sorry for Harold, always caught in the crossfire between Lucas and Kane.”

Bethany said, “But it’s good that Kane’s little scheme didn’t work out.”

Johnson nodded in agreement. “Good thing Lucas decided to run that second blood test. Otherwise, who knows how long it would’ve taken to expose the truth?”

Tension thickened the air at the mere mention of Kane. The irritation on everyone’s face was evident. Just then, Belinda’s phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was one of the nurses from her department calling.

“I need to go outside and take this. It’s work,” she said to Lucas.

“Alright,” Lucas nodded.

Stepping out of the private room, Belinda found a quiet corner and answered the call. “Hello.”

“Dr. Wright, we’ve got a problem. The new patient under your care is acting up again. He keeps complaining of chest pain, but he flat-out refuses to let anyone else examine him. He’s demanding to see you specifically—says you’re his attending physician and the only one he trusts. He insists you come back immediately. What are we supposed to do?”

Belinda’s gaze turned cold. “Ignore him. Let him be in pain. If he refuses treatment from any other doctor, then let him suffer the consequences. He needs to realize that this is a hospital. The world doesn’t cater to his every whim.”

The nurse hesitated. “Are you sure? The patient’s mother… She won’t be easy to handle.”

“Follow my instructions,” Belinda said, her voice firm. “If she complains, tell her it was my decision.”

“Alright,” the nurse replied.

Ending the call, Belinda exhaled and turned to head back to the private room. But just as she turned, something cold and solid pressed against her waist. Before she could react, a strange numbness spread through her body. Her vision blurred.

And then, she lost consciousness…

With a sharp thud, Belinda’s phone slipped from her grasp and crashed onto the floor.

Before Belinda’s body could follow, a pair of strong arms caught her mid-fall. The figure swiftly scooped her up and disappeared into a nearby fire escape.

A van tore through the wide road at an alarming speed.

After what felt like an eternity, the vehicle finally screeched to a halt.

Inside, Belinda remained unconscious, her hands and feet tightly bound.

The kidnapper pulled out his phone, snapped a photo of her unconscious form, and attached it to a message before hitting send.

Mere moments later, his phone rang.

A cruel smirk tugged at his lips as he picked up. “Hello,” he said, his voice heavily distorted by a modulator.

On the other end, a deep male voice demanded, “Who are you? What do you want?”

The kidnapper chuckled darkly. “Patience. You’ll know soon enough. For now, let me make one thing crystal clear—Belinda’s fate lies in your hands. You have exactly twenty minutes to reach the location I specify. Come alone. No backup, no police, and no tricks… or she dies.”

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