All Chapters of WEBS OF FORBIDDEN ENTANGLEMENT: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

No one in the room moved immediately.The words remained where Mr. Greene had placed them, as though they had become a physical object resting on the table between them.If Raymond ever learns the truth, everything will be destroyed.Raymond stood near the window, one hand braced against the frame, shoulders rigid beneath his jacket. He had not looked away from Tricia since the sentence was read aloud, yet he had not spoken either.Tricia sat perfectly still in the chair, both hands resting over the blanket on her lap, fingers locked together so tightly the knuckles had gone pale.Mr. Greene did not interrupt the silence.He had spent enough years in rooms like this to understand that some moments could not be managed. They had to be allowed to unfold in their own shape.General Watson, standing a little apart near the door, watched his daughter with the alert stillness of a man who knew pressure could break people quietly as easily as loudly.At last, Raymond spoke.“When did you wri

Rain began just after dusk.It tapped first against the wide hospital windows in scattered drops, then gathered confidence until the glass carried a constant silver movement from top to bottom. The city beyond blurred into streaks of light and shadow, headlights smearing across wet streets far below, towers dissolving at their edges.Inside the room, the lamps were low.Tricia sat upright in bed with a blanket drawn over her legs, untouched tea cooling on the tray beside her. The doctor had insisted she rest. The nurse had repeated it twice. Her body, however, had chosen a different arrangement and remained alert beneath the sheets, every nerve listening for footsteps, for phones, for voices changing tone in the corridor.Raymond stood near the window, one hand in his pocket, the other holding Mr. Greene’s printed pages loosely at his side.He had not looked at them for several minutes. He had memorised enough already.The reflected room in the glass showed them both: Tricia pale agai

The words entered softly and struck hard.Sean was not the only person helping him.Mr. Greene remained near the doorway, one hand still on the handle as though he had expected resistance and wanted a quick retreat available. Rain continued to move down the window behind Raymond in thin silver lines, but inside the room every sound seemed to withdraw.Tricia’s fingers tightened around Raymond’s hand.General Watson, who had returned only moments earlier and now stood just beyond the threshold, stepped fully inside.“Close the door,” he said.Greene did.The latch clicked into place.Raymond turned first.“Who?”Greene did not answer immediately. He crossed to the side table, set down a folder, and removed his coat with the deliberate motions of a man arranging time before using it.“I need everyone listening carefully before names begin.”“That usually means bad news,” Raymond said.“It means consequential news.”Watson’s patience shortened visibly.“Greene.”The lawyer opened the fol

No one spoke for several seconds.The hum of the air vent became strangely loud. Somewhere in the corridor, a trolley rattled past, wheels clicking over the threshold strip and fading again. The room itself seemed to draw inward around the sentence Mr. Greene had just delivered.He wants to see Tricia alone before Friday.General Watson was the first to move.He did not rise abruptly, did not slam a hand against anything, did not need spectacle to convey fury. He simply straightened where he stood by the window, and the temperature of the room seemed to drop.“No.”The word came flat and absolute.Mr. Greene slipped the phone back into his pocket.“That was my immediate response as well.”Raymond remained standing near the foot of the bed, shoulders rigid, one hand still resting on the paper bag he had brought moments earlier. He looked not at Greene, but at the floor for one brief second, as if organising whatever came next.“Why alone?”Greene opened the message thread on his screen

The rain had stopped by afternoon.Sunlight returned in pale strips across the hospital floor, touching the chrome legs of chairs, the water jug on the side table, and the folded blanket near Tricia’s knees. The room looked cleaner in daylight, less haunted, though nothing inside it had changed by appearance alone.Mr. Greene stood by the window reading from his phone. General Watson paced exactly four measured steps, turned, and paced back again. Raymond leaned against the wall beside the door, arms folded, eyes lowered in thought.Tricia watched all three men for nearly a minute before speaking.“You are all moving around my problem as though I am furniture.”No one answered immediately.Then Greene lowered the phone.“I was reviewing options.”Watson stopped pacing.“I was thinking.”Raymond glanced up.“I was staying quiet.”She lifted one brow.“That may be the most suspicious thing here.”The corner of Raymond’s mouth moved.Good, she thought. Let them all remember the room belo