Chapter 144 CHAPTER 144
Rosaleen’s POV
Anna had a permanent scowl on her face. She was grumbling about missing a feature on a fashion magazine. I was there to get more information on what had happened. Why had Ignatio had come to New York to kidnap Evelyn Moon with Xavier instead of killing him?
“You’ll get more features when the news becomes official,” I said, dismissively.
She scoffed. “They don’t want us here. Why should we keep hanging around? Besides, I hate hospitals."
I wanted to say how she could be so performative. She was a freaking nurse when I met her but I bit my lips instead.
“I won’t be long. I have to check on someone,” I said, scanning the reception for the face that I could easily manipulate. I was making a choice between the lady in blue shirt with a soft expression on her face and the one who kept making eye contact with me as though she was expecting me to walk up to her.
I walked away before I had to put up with more of her tantrums. I decided to approach the lady who was making eye contact with me.
“Hello,” I said, smiling awkwardly. “I’m a bit lost. I’m here to see a patient here. Ignatio. He was brought in a few hours ago.”
She nodded. “Can I have your ID please?” she asked. “Are you a relative?”
I reached for my purse, hoping I had a means of ID within. My fingers brushed through papers and cards and there was no ID card.
“You should know me,” I said. “I’m Rosaleen Blackwood…”
“Oh, I know you,” she said, beaming. “I’m a big fan.”
Great. I leaned closer.
“I don’t have any of my cards with me, but I can compensate you for looking the other way.” I pulled out some of the notes Anna had placed in my purse and slid them towards her. “Thank you for your help. I trust you will be discreet.”
She accepted the money and slid back a note with a room number written on it. I whispered a thank you and hurried towards the elevator.
He was lying on a bed with several bandages around his legs and arms. There was one around his bare chest. His eyes opened as I walked in. I felt my chest tighten with anger suddenly. He was really in New York. Why the hell had he not done what I had paid him for?
“You got really beat up,” I said, moving closer. I looked at the monitor and wondered what I needed to do to make him die slowly.
He grunted.
“And for what?” I continued. “Why did you not do as I paid you to? He offered you more money?”
My eyes fell on some IV medications on the bedside drawer. I knew pushing in a large quantity at once could end him.
“It’s not about money," he said, barely audible. I could see that he was in pain.
“So,” I said, picking up the vial and reading the name on it. Fentanyl. It sounded dangerous. His eyes flickered to the vial and it remained there. I could tell he knew what I was planning to do. “Why didn’t you kill him?”
“He’s my son,” he responded, voice tight and eyes still fixed on the vial.
I stopped. “Xavier is your son?”
“I found out only recently. I couldn’t kill my own son.”
His confession just made it more important for me to kill him. I broke the top of the vial and picked up a syringe.
“It’s a pity,” I said.
“Don’t do that,” he said.
I laughed. “You are finally begging for your life?” I withdrew everything into the syringe. “It’s too late, Ignatio. You know too much and you have a son now. Xavier.”
I walked towards him. There was an IV access already in place. I had seen it being done in movies and I was willing to try anything I could think of. I pushed it in and watched the reaction. He fought for air until his chest finally stopped rising. He laid still on the bed.
I dumped the empty syringe in the bin and walked out of the room.
I didn't bother about the camera. I had the backing of Alpha Raymond. He was going to ensure that any evidence goes away. Because I was about to find out one of the most carefully kept secrets of Alpha Raymond.
I stopped at the topmost floor. It was a floor that needed clearance to access. That was why I was dressed as a cleaner. No one questioned the cleaners. I moved fast. I had no idea where I was going. I just knew it was in one of those rooms. Viktor Calderon had told me that he was sure what we were looking for was on that floor.
There were only five rooms on the floor. I stood in the corridor, trying not to look confused. Suddenly a door opened from room 3. I faced down and pushed my cart.
“Are you the new cleaner?” the man asked.
I nodded without thinking.
“You’ve been assigned to the third room, right?” he asked, casually.
I wasn’t sure what he was. He wasn’t dressed in any hospital uniform and he was too dressed to be a cleaner.
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
“As instructed,” he said. “ Make sure you stick to the rules.”
I nodded. Perhaps it was a lucky mistake. It sounded like the right room. I wheeled towards the third room as the stranger walked away. I pushed the door and pushed my cart inside. The room was large. It didn't even seem like a hospital room.
A woman was sitting on the bed, unfazed by the sound of her door being opened. Her back was to me and she was reading a book and sipping something. My eyes caught the birthmark on her neck. The same color and shape as the one I had seen on Anna’s neck.
Philly was alive.