Chapter 164 Final Boss

Chapter 164 Final Boss
Theron’s Point of View 

“Uh,” The junior gasped as she accidentally bumped into me.

“I’m sorry—” Her eyes widened in surprise as soon as she recognized me, as she trailed off, and my eyes fell to the name imprinted on her scrub.

“Judith.” The name rolled off my tongue.

“Dr. The—” My palm slammed over her mouth, and her eyes bulged as she stared back at me in shock. I didn’t need her to announce my presence.

“Quiet,” I muttered in a low whisper. She nodded hurriedly, her cheeks flushed. Only then did my palm slip from her lips. “Did you see Felicia inside?”

She nodded again.

“Stand outside, and don’t let anyone come in until I am done,” I ordered.

“Yes, sir.” She muttered as she quickly rushed out.

I continued my approach towards the room. Felicia was fumbling with her scrub; she seemed to be searching for something, probably the audacity to think she was going to get away with what she did to Eden.

I leaned in the doorway, watching her every move carefully. She was still oblivious to my presence, and I just enjoyed the thrill.

How easy it would be to actually take the life of another person. She is very vulnerable at the moment, not that she stood a chance against me in the first place. It took quite a while to be this calm, though the anger and frustration that were finely blended pumped through my veins.

The madness at the brink of breaking out; the only thing I could see was the reason why Eden was hurt. Felicia was the reason I saw everything in the CCTV footage. Despite having this knowledge, I know it is in my best interest to remain rational.

Because committing murder at this age would ruin the hope of being a family man, the future where I am finally at peace, reunited with Eden and our baby.

Tucking away the murderous intent, I stepped further into the room, and coincidentally, Felicia opened the locker, and I slammed it shut. She jumped backwards in surprise, her eyes widened the moment they caught mine, and guilt crawled on her face.

“D-Dr. Theron—” She stuttered, stepping back until she collided against the locker, her eyes flickering around, realizing that we were alone. “What are you doing here? I-It’s the female’s locker room.”

A tinge of fear lingered in her trembling voice, and I just stared down at her, unable to hide the contempt that was slowly becoming visible.

“Bold of you to ask me such a question.” My eyes narrowed against her slender neck, thinking of seizing in my grip—I wonder how long she is going to last if I apply just enough pressure. “Is there a reason you were absent from work for three days?”

Silence at first, and then she opened her mouth. I could feel her changing her statement mid-thought.

“I informed the head of the department about my absence.” She answered in a smaller voice compared to the one she started with, and as if trying to prove a point, she finally glanced up at me. “Is there any problem?”

“You left work the same day Eden was kidnapped, isn’t that quite a coincidence?” I leaned in, and she took a step back.

“I don’t understand what you mean, sir,” She tried to steady her voice, her eyes darting towards the entrance.

“No one is coming,” I told her, and her eyes darted helplessly back towards me.

I slammed her into the locker, the fake confusion in her eyes set me off, and I tore at the last threads of self-control I had.

“It’s better if you don’t lie to me,” I growled in her face, as I pressed her harder into the locker. “Tell me how Thorne got you to help him? The only reason I am allowing you to explain is that you were Eden’s friend.”

Her breath faltered; she was almost gasping for air.

“I don’t know what you are talking about—” I slammed my fist into the locker, the loud bang made her jolt up violently, and she covered her mouth with both her hands.

One more fucking lie and I might just give in to the thought of spending the next thirty years behind bars.

“I have CCTV footage to prove your involvement; we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” I told her sternly, and I noticed tears well in her eyes. “I have no time to go back and forth with you.”

She immediately dropped to her knees.

“Please, forgive me.” She sobbed hard. “The guilt just kept eating me up, I couldn’t come to work, because if I did—I would give myself away.”

I had no feelings towards her emotional outbursts; if anything, I felt even more insulted and angry.

“I didn’t mean to… I would never hurt Eden—”

“Yet, you did.” I declared, and she paused for a while; more tears slipped out of her eyes. “And if I were any later that day, she would have died, and it would be all your damned fault.”

She froze.

“I was threatened; I had no other choice.” Her confessions sounded so dry to me. “I wasn’t given another option.”

“You always had a choice.” I corrected. “You could have told me, and I would have helped you. Is Thorne more powerful than I am in this hospital?”

“It wasn’t your brother who threatened me.” She answered quietly, and my eyebrows furrowed together at the statement; she glanced back up at me, her eyes were red and tear-filled. “It was your mother.”

I became silent, unsure of what to say, but God knows, I am not letting this go.

“I am a doctor as a result of the foundation. I became a doctor because of the Dr. Giselle scholarship program, and even after that, my mother has been admitted to this hospital for the past two years, undergoing her cancer treatment, without a dime being collected from me.” She continued her explanation, wiping the ugly tears that smeared her cheeks. “She wanted a repayment, and I didn’t have a choice. I am so sorry.”

Sorry.

Sorry is not enough, it is never enough. I can agree that it was not her fault, and my mother was the final boss and had a huge role to play in every single thing; at the same time, I couldn’t forgive her involvement in this as well. “I didn’t want my mother to be moved out of the I.C.U., because I relied on the free treatment she is getting.”

“What else did my mother ask you to do?” I asked curiously.

She seemed hesitant at first, but she eventually ended up opening up. “She wanted me to swap out the evidence in court; I’m the only one who could do that.” She confessed, and my eyes widened.

“Do you have evidence to back up your claim?” I asked curiously.

“Some text messages we exchanged, and the transfer of falsified documents.”

My lips curved into a smirk. Now, this is getting interesting. This might be the only physical evidence I have against my mother, and the first step in bringing her down.

“I have heard you, but it’s still very difficult for me to forgive you. Please see that you submit your resignation letter before the end of this week.” I declared sternly. “Be assured, your mother will continue her free treatment undisturbed.”