Chapter 103 Chapter 103
Maxwell
“Her vital signs are stable. Heart rate normal. No complications so far,” Doctor Thomas said as we sat in his office. His calm, professional tone couldn’t reach me. “We are keeping her under constant observation, but I’m confident she will be fine.”
It had been over a week since Amelia had fallen into this state, and yet there was still no progress. The kids wouldn’t stop asking about her. Their voices haunted me, small and fragile, full of worry. I had thought about bringing them here but I couldn’t let them see her like this.
I nodded absently, barely hearing Doctor Thomas’s words. “I need to see her,” I said, my voice low but firm.
Doctor Thomas adjusted his glasses and stood. “Of course. You can see her.”
I followed him through the hospital corridor, my steps quick, I pushed open her ward door, and my chest tightened. A man in a lab coat and a face mask was leaning over her bed, a syringe in his hand. The moment I stepped forward, the syringe slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor. He bent down to pick it up and froze, standing stiffly, not turning to face me.
I narrowed my eyes. “How is she doing?” I asked, keeping my tone steady, watching him closely.
Doctor Thomas entered behind me, his expression instantly tense. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” he demanded, taking a step forward.
The masked man didn’t answer. He remained rigid, focused only on Amelia. Doctor Thomas repeated himself, voice sharper this time. “I’m Doctor Thomas. I am the only doctor assigned to Mrs. Sinclair. Tell me what you are doing in her ward!”
Every instinct screamed at me that something was wrong. I took a step closer, ready to act, but before I could make a move, the masked man spun on his heel. He shoved Doctor Thomas aside with enough force to send him stumbling to the floor, then bolted toward the door. The syringe fell from his hands again.
My heart was hammering. I pulled out my phone and called my security, urgency cracking my voice. “Stop a blonde-haired man wearing a lab coat and a mask! He’s running out of Amelia’s ward!”
Doctor Thomas groaned behind me, still trying to steady himself, but I didn’t wait. I sprinted after the man, every step fueled by a mix of fury and fear.
I burst out of the hospital doors, eyes scanning the courtyard. The masked man had already discarded the lab coat, revealing the sharp outline of a gun tucked into his waistband. He froze the moment he saw me, but it was too late—I was faster.
“Stop right there!” I barked, sprinting toward him, my security flanking me from both sides. Within seconds, we had him surrounded. He raised his hands slowly in surrender, his masked face unreadable.
I closed the distance, my fists clenched, ready to knock him out first with a single punch but before I could reach him, a single gunshot ripped through the air.
The shot cracked through the air, the masked man collapsed instantly, blood blossoming across his chest.He
I stormed forward. “Carry him inside! Now!” I barked at my team, my voice cracking with fury.
They lifted him carefully, but my heart sank when I realized it was too late, the bullet had hit his heart. He was done, dear before he even hit the hospital floor.
I kicked the corpse, hard, the impact sending it sliding across the pavement. A guttural, controlled roar tore from my chest, “ fuck!” I yelled. Breathing heavily, my hands trembling, I stared at him.
I barked orders at the men who had arrived. “Check around the area—see if you can find the shooter. The rest of you, search this body. Look for any means of identification, anything that can tell us who he is.”
I stood over the lifeless body, my eyes sharp, watching my men move. A few knelt down to search him, carefully checking every pocket, every fold in his clothes. The others ran off into the courtyard, tasked with finding the shooter.
Minutes passed in tense silence. I didn’t move. My gaze stayed locked on the body. Finally, the men who had checked the corpse stood and reported. “Sir… nothing. No ID, no wallet, no phone. Nothing.”
The ones who had gone to search for the shooter returned a moment later. “We didn’t find him, sir. Whoever fired the shot… he’s gone.”
I let out a low, controlled sigh, frustration sharpening every line of my face. “Fine,” I said, my voice steady. “Clean this up. Make the blood disappear. I don’t want anyone slipping, and I don’t want this attracting attention.”
The men nodded quickly and got to work. I remained standing a moment longer, surveying the scene. Then, without another word, I turned and headed back inside the hospital.
I stepped back into Amelia’s ward. The sterile smell hit me again, but I barely noticed. Doctor Thomas was bent over her bed, checking her vitals with calm precision. I didn’t waste time on pleasantries.
“What was in that syringe?” I asked sharply, my gaze fixed on him.
Doctor Thomas straightened slightly. “I—I sent it to the lab for testing, sir. We will know shortly.”
I didn’t hide my disdain. “This hospital is incompetent. How can someone just walk into a VIP ward and pretend to be a doctor? Do you realize how close she was to being harmed?”
Doctor Thomas swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the floor. “I… I apologize, Mr. Sinclair,” he said quietly. “I know… I know one word from you to the press, and this hospital—” He trailed off, almost pleading. “Please, I will personally penalize those that let this happen. Please do not—”
“You are a big fool,” I said sharply, not caring that he was old enough to be my father. “Instead of worrying about my wife’s life, which was almost cut short, you worry about your hospital’s reputation?”
He shook his head quickly. “No, sir. I am deeply sorry, sir. Mrs. Sinclair’s life is very important to us. I promise this will never happen again—”
I cut him off with a hard look that silenced him instantly. “Of course it won’t. Because I am taking Amelia home. Leaving her here with you incompetent fools isn’t safe.” My voice was cold, sharp, leaving no room for argument. “I need your best doctors to set up her room at home and care for her personally. Any slip-ups, and you and this entire hospital will pay.”
Doctor Thomas nodded quickly, hands tightening, clearly trembling under the weight of my words. “Understood, sir. I will make the arrangements immediately.”
I leaned over Amelia for a moment, resting my hand lightly on hers, feeling the faint rise and fall of her chest. “We are going home, Mel.” I muttered softly.
I straightened and stared at her face, relief washing through me, but only briefly. She would have died today if I hadn’t come in. The thought gripped me like ice.
Someone was after Amelia’s life. And now it wasn’t just about the kids anymore, this was bigger and more dangerous.