Chapter 153 Grudges from the past
The door clicked open.
The lady paused but continued to act normal.
Edward stepped in. They had chosen to stay in the hospital overnight and had stepped out to see the Richard’s off.
“I thought the doctor said all drugs have been administered to her for the night?” He asked with creased brows hands in pocket.
The lady still had her back turned to him, she reached up to adjust the pace of the drip.
“This one was left out,” she answered him. Her chest beating erratically. She wanted to watch the poison go down into the little girl's veins. She didn't care about the after effects of her actions; she had already registered herself dead in her mind.
“Where is the doctor James?” Edward asked, taking slow steps towards Eva's side of the bed.
“His shift ended a while ago and I took over,” she turned a tray in hand, kept her head low and moved for the door.
Edward quickly grabbed her with the speed of lightning holding her against the nearest wall the tray she had in hand clattered to the floor.
“Doctor James is a woman. Who the fuck are you?” Edward’s eyes blazed with anger. He tore off the mask from her face. She looked young like in her late 20s she had a mole on the side of her face. Her eye was were black.
The lady laughed like a maniac.
“Take a guess?”
“If you don’t fucking say it I will rip your throat out,” he hand tightened on her neck
“I won’t be the only one dying,” Her eyes didn’t leave the drip she stared at it in satisfaction.
Edward realized immediately what she meant and what the injection she had administered to Havilah was poison.
He released her and turned towards Havilah and tore the IV drip off her hands, the liquid sprayed over the sheets.
Kiara rushed into the room at the sound of the noise.
“What’s going—
Before she could complete her words the lady seized the opportunity. She lunged for the door, hitting Kiara off the way, sending her on the floor. She took off.
Maverick's feet finally took him away from the Johnson's, knowing fully well it wouldn’t be the last time he would be there. He couldn’t drive the car again because it was damaged. Blood dripped from his shirt forming a trail of blood.
He walked the lonely road, his vision blurred, he staggered. He didn’t feel any pain from his injuries but a painful contraction in his chest.
A car hurriedly stopped beside him. The window whined down revealing Samantha.
“Hopp in,” she told him.
He ignored her and continued moving.
“You would walk for eternity, this is a private property belonging to the Johnson’s, no vehicle will drive past here,” she continued to follow him carefully.
Maverick coughed blood spurted out. It scared Samantha. She slammed the breaks and got down immediately. “Stop being stubborn,”
She stood in front of him. “Well if you choose to die at least Vera will live happily with Fabian and she will never be hurt again!” She went back into the car but she didn’t drive off.
Not long after the passenger door opened and Maverick got inside.
“She’s Heaven not Vera,” he said weakly.
“Well, whatever,” she started the car. Vera was weird; she broke up with him few hours again and still worried about him.
“Take me to Richard’s Estate,” he said
“I’m taking you to a hospital,” she told him instead.
His head fell back in the chair. Samantha panicked. She heard bleeding could make one light headed and could die just from taking a nap.
“You can’t die in this car okay?.. it’s Rayan’s I just borrowed it to come help you out—,” she kept turning to look at him as she drove.
Maverick didn’t reply to her or move.
“Shit!! I just got out of a whole mess myself and I have gotten myself tangled in another What did I get myself into..” she reached out and nudged his leg.
Still no response. She stepped on the accelerator. She would take him to the hospital. Keep him there and run away. The Richards and the military would come after her. She imagined the catastrophe.
She reached for her phone to call Rayan. It was their little secret.
“I should have rejected the offer..” her voice crooked out.
“Did she send you to come after me?” He opened his eyes and looked at her.
Samantha gasped. She breathed in relief
“If you have been awake all this while, why didn’t you answer me?” She asked him.
“Call her and tell her I died, so she will come to me,” he blurted out.
It was quiet for a while before she spoke “Then what happens after that?”
“I don’t care what happens as long as she stays with me. So call her.”
“You are an Asshole.” Samantha said, pissed at his audacity. “You enjoy hurting her as long as you don’t get hurt or uncomfortable. That’s selfishness. If you want her within your reach there are other ways than lying or forcing her to do your will ”