LOGINALEXANDERRhea was sitting on the edge of her hospital bed when I walked into the room.She had already changed out of her hospital gown and was wearing a loose dress, with her discharge papers resting on the bedside table. She looked tired, and even though she tried to hide it, I could see how much the past few days had taken out of her.Her eyes moved towards me.“You’re here.”I nodded, placing the folder in my hand on the table.“How are you feeling?”“Like someone who’s been living in a hospital for days.” She gave me a weak smile. “I’m getting discharged, so hopefully I’ll feel better once I’m out of here.”I watched her for a moment.There was so much I wanted to say, but I knew I couldn’t keep delaying it.“Rhea, we need to talk.”Her smile disappeared.“About what?”“Ivy.”She immediately frowned.“What about her?”I pulled the chair closer to her bed and sat down.“I’ve been investigating her.”Her expression changed.“Why?”“Because the doctor who falsified your diagnosis m
ALEXANDERI hadn’t slept.Ever since I left Rhea’s hospital room, my mind had been occupied with one thing: finding the person responsible for what had happened to her.I had the fabricated diagnosis, the financial records, the missing medical files, and enough evidence to prove that someone had deliberately manipulated her medical history. But I needed more than that.I needed that one doctor.He was the one who had signed the report, the one who had prescribed the medication, and the one person who could tell me exactly who had paid him to destroy Rhea’s life.My private investigator had been working through the night, following every lead we had on the man, and when my phone finally rang that morning, I answered immediately.“Talk.”“We found him.”I straightened in my chair.“Where?”“An old private clinic outside the city. He’s been making arrangements to leave Australia. We believe he’s planning to disappear before anyone can question him, cause he already knows he’s fucked.”My
ALEXANDERI stared at the documents in my hands, reading the same lines over and over again, but no matter how many times I went through them, the result remained the same.The blood samples attached to Rhea’s diagnosis belonged to another patient.Not only that, the hospital had no record of the laboratory tests listed in her medical report. No corresponding test results, no matching laboratory identification, and no evidence that the procedures had ever been carried out.I slowly lowered the papers.“What the fuck…”My private investigator stood across from me, looking just as serious as I felt.“We had the hospital verify everything independently. The laboratory confirmed that the identification number belongs to a different patient, and the hospital’s records show no trace of the tests mentioned in Rhea’s report.”I looked down at the documents again.“So the diagnosis…”“Was fabricated.”For a moment, I couldn’t move.I had spent weeks chasing suspicious signatures, missing medic
CHAPTER — THE RESPONSIBLE THINGPETERI had always believed that people were easiest to control when they thought they were making their own decisions.Fear worked. Threats worked. Money worked even better.But guilt?Guilt was beautiful because you barely had to do anything. You simply reminded someone of what they had done wrong, gave them a chance to make things right, and watched them destroy themselves trying.Jessica was no different.She sat across from me in the living room, her fingers twisting nervously around a handkerchief. Her eyes were swollen, and she looked like she hadn’t slept properly in days.I almost laughed.The woman had spent years pretending to be a good mother, yet she couldn’t even bring herself to pick up the phone and check on her own daughter.And now she was feeling guilty.How convenient.“Rhea doesn’t have much time, Jessica.”Her fingers stopped moving.“I know.”“Then you should understand why we need to think about what happens next.”She looked up
ALEXANDERI had barely slept.Between Rhea lying in the ICU and the information the private investigator had uncovered about Peter Herrington, sleep had become the last thing on my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rhea lying unconscious beneath those hospital lights, and every time I looked at the evidence, I found another reason to believe that someone had deliberately put her in danger.I wasn’t going to sit around waiting for the next disaster.Peter’s connection to the shell company was too significant to ignore, and if the investigation confirmed that he’d been financing the doctor responsible for Rhea’s diagnosis, the police needed to know. I wasn’t about to march into a station with half-verified information and accuse a powerful man of something I couldn’t yet prove, but I had enough evidence to justify bringing the suspicious transactions and the other discrepancies to their attention.I wanted the financial trail examined, the doctor’s involvement investigated, and e
RHEAI had started measuring my days by how much pain I could tolerate before it became impossible to pretend I was fine.Some mornings were better than others, and on those days, I could almost convince myself that the headaches, dizziness, and weakness were nothing more than the side effects of a body struggling to cope with an illness I had no power to stop. I would wake up, take the medication Ivy had reminded me not to miss, and tell myself that I could still get things done if I pushed through the discomfort.Today was supposed to be one of those days.I had an important meeting with an international client, and I had spent the previous evening reviewing the architectural proposal until I could practically recite every detail without looking at the documents. The project mattered to Sinclair Group, and I wasn’t about to let my personal problems interfere with my work, especially when I had already fought so hard to prove that I deserved my position.Whatever was happening to my







