Chapter 85


    Chapter 85


    Jason mmed his eyes shut. If all the evidence pointed to her, he couldn’t keep her around any


    longer. She’d been a danger to his grandmother and his child, and she could have hurt them at any


    time. After a mental battle, he gritted out, “if she did it, the Wilsons deserve an exnation.” He


    didn’t say prison, but the implication hung heavy.


    Cam smirked and ordered a guard, “Take her outside. Make her kneel until the test resultse


    in.”


    Kneel outside? Jason nced out the window. It was a bone–chilling winter rain, miserable to be


    stuck in. “We can’t punish her until we have all the facts.”


    Cam couldn’t stand her son getting attached. The more he defended Sophia, the more she had to


    pull stunts like this. “Results or not, remember theke incident? They’d be fish food if it weren’t for


    pure luck. I let her off with kneeling then, Jason. Think about Alison before you jump to protect


    her.”


    Knowing arguments fueled the fire, Jason stayed silent and finally sighed, “Fine.” Relief washed


    over Cam. She feared Jason had developed feelings after four years. Thankfully, he was still the


    stoic leader, unfazed by women. As long as he wasn’t on Sophia’s side, she could finally use


    Alison’sa to banish the “nuisance” for good. “What are you waiting for? Get her out there!”


    The guards grabbed Sophia’s arm, dragging her outside. Her gaze followed Jason’s retreating


    figure, burning with hatred. A sharp pain that through her, making her teeth grind together. Fresh


    blood trickled down her chin. Seeing this, Cam viciously pinched Sophia’s arm. “Your man’s gone,


    and you’re still ying the victim? Be smart, leave the Wilsons. Make way for Ada. Otherwise, don’t


    me me for messing up


    that pretty face of yours. It attracts too much trouble.” Sophia’s beauty was a constant annoyance, a


    ma for problems in her eyes. Without Alison’s shield, Cam could finally deal with her.


    Meanwhile, in the doctor’s office.


    Aaron shoved a pharmacist into the doctor’s office. “Mr. Wilson, this guy handles Mrs. Wilson’s


    meds. Besides a couple of bigwigs, he’s the only one who knows the specifics.” Jason stood by the


    window, a dark cloud hanging over him. The winter rain wasn’t heavy, but each drop felt like a tiny


    ice pick. Even with central heating, a bone–deep chill permeated him. The lone figure huddled


    outside blurred with the rain, slowly fading away. “Is this the end?‘ The thought of a life without her


    constricted his chest,


    “Mr. Wilson? Mr. Wilson?” Aaron’s voice broke through Jason’s daze. He whirled around, his voice a


    low growl, “Anyone asking about Alison’s medstely?” The pharmacist, practically trembling out of


    his shoes, met Jason’s icy stare. Alison’s critical condition and potential medication leak were clear.


    As the pharmacist, he was a prime suspect. “Mr. Wilson, I swear, I didn’t leak anything!”


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    A cold fury settled on Jason’s face, hardening his features into an unrecognizable mask. “Did


    someone ask about the form?” His voice, usually smooth and charming, now had a steely edge


    that sent shivers down the pharmacist’s spine. The man, utterly terrified, crumpled to his knees, his


    face pale as a ghost. “Y–yes, sir,” he stammered, “someone did.”


    “Who the hell is that?”