Chapter 8 - THE COLLAPSE
The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and dying lilies. I had three broken ribs, a fractured collarbone, and a ruined reputation. Genevieve had been arrested at the airport trying to flee the country. The investigation into the attempted vehicular assault tore open her entire criminal network.
The door opened softly, and Beatrice walked in.
She stood at the foot of the bed, her face unreadable. “The doctors say you’ll recover,” she said quietly.
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“I didn't do it for your forgiveness,” I rasped, the pain in my chest flaring with every word. “I did it because they are my sons. Even if I’m not their father.”
Beatrice’s eyes softened, just a fraction. “They are unharmed. Shaken, but unharmed. Bennett calculated the trajectory. He says you reduced their mortality probability to zero. That’s... as close to a thank you as you’ll get from them right now.”
