บททั้งหมดของ Because you loved me : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Krystie’s heels clicked against the tiled floor as she stepped out of Dr. Lawrence’s office, her mind still racing. Something about his response had unsettled her, his hesitation and the way he had dismissed her concerns without even checking the hospital records. He knew something. And she needed to find out what. As she turned the corner toward the main hallway, a low murmur caught her attention."Everything secured?" a hushed voice asked. Krystie slowed her steps, instinctively keeping close to the wall as she approached the nearby storage room. The door was slightly ajar, and she could see two figures standing in the dim light, their backs turned to her."Yes sir," another voice responded, lower and more cautious. "The records have been handled. Nothing will trace back to us." Krystie’s breath caught in her throat. The records? The first voice, sharper this time, spoke again. "Are you sure? If anyone notices..." "We’ve already taken care of it," the second voice cut in. "An

Krystie barely slept at night. She turned and tossed the whole night. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind replayed Dr. Lawrence’s cryptic warning. Lucian lay by her side, patting her back to sleep. It was at the wee hours of the morning when Krystie finally drifted off.By morning, when she woke, she had large eye bags under her eyes. Nevertheless, she had to go to work, everything had started to intrigue her more. After finishing her morning rounds, she made her way back to the IT department. Nancy was waiting for her, eyes darting nervously around the room like she was afraid of something. "Boss," she whispered, closing the door behind them. "I have found something, but we have a problem." Krystie’s stomach tightened. "What kind of problem? Did someone track you down?" "No. That's not it. Here." Nancy turned her computer screen toward her. A grainy video clip played. The hospital footage from the previous night. The hallway outside the operating rooms was dimly lit, but

Chloe adjusted the strap of her purse as she stepped up to the main villa door. The building was high class from its appearance. It was freezing cold from the rain drizzle. She knocked twice. A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing Mark. He looked pale, with dark circles under his eyes, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion. "You look terrible," Chloe said bluntly. Mark smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Nice to see you too." She rolled her eyes and stepped inside. The villa was small but neat. A stack of unopened medication sat on the coffee table. Clearly, he hadn't taken any. "You didn’t tell me it was this bad. Krystie said it's just a fever," she said, crossing her arms. "It’s not." He moved toward the couch but winced as he lowered himself onto it. Chloe sighed, grabbing a chair and sitting across from him. "I came here because you clearly need someone to force you to take medication."Mark chuckled weakly. "And here I thought you just missed me."

Krystie adjusted her lab coat, her mind was elsewhere. She had received several leads from Agent D concerning the big boss, but only his identity remained. But as she stepped outside, her stride faltered. Alex. Leaning against his sleek, black sports car parked by the hospital’s main gate. Alex’s confident smirk was the same as it had always been. Dressed in a tailored jacket that hugged his broad shoulders, sunglasses perched lazily atop his head, his confident smirk carved into that arrogant face she once thought she loved. His posture screamed arrogance as if the world owed him something. Krystie’s jaw clenched. What the hell is he doing here? She considered walking past him, pretending he didn’t exist. But he pushed out of the car and intercepted her, blocking her path."Krystie," Alex’s voice was smooth, laced with the same cocky confidence that used to make her heart race. "We need to talk." "I don’t think we do," she shit back coldly, trying to sidestep him."Come o

Alex’s hands felt colder than the morning air, even though they were tucked into his coat pockets. The city hall stood just a few metres from where he stood. Dressed in his usual three-piece tailored suit, Alex was looking as dashing as ever. His jaw remained clenched, and the bruises from Lucian’s punch were faint on his skin. He reached the steps of the city hall and paused, glancing at his watch. 7:45 AM. Fifteen minutes before he would be forced to tie the knot with her. Or so she thought. But he had a plan. His phone chimed with a notification. He slid his hand into his pocket and picked it up. 'Ready for action. Waiting for the target,' the notification read. Alex's lip twitched. Last night after Cassandra had left, Alex had made a call to a former acquaintance who specialises in making problems disappear. A man who didn’t ask questions as long as the price was right. Money was not a problem to Alex, as long as the problem before him was handled, he could give as much