Chapter 391 Listen Up or Go Down Together?


    Idris was still on the line, full of questions, but I cut him off mid-sentence and bolted from the old


    manor.


    I needed to get back to the Scotts'' ce and change. I could not let him see me like this as it would


    only worry him more.


    The Scotts.


    Before I could even step into the yard, I caught sight of Mom and Maxwell peeling out of the


    driveway in a frenzy. Desperate to know what was up, I tried to g them down, but their car zipped


    away too fast, leaving me without answers.


    With no other choice, I headed back inside to change. My top priority was getting to the hospital to


    fill Idris in on Officer Jackson''s death and the whole Lucas ordeal.


    I was practically gasping for air as I rushed to the hospital.


    I had just stepped into the lobby when my phone buzzed. Assuming it was Idris, I did not even


    check the screen before answering, "I''m right outside the hospital."


    "Yvette, it''s me!" That voice I knew all too well sent a shiver down my spine. Surrounded by people


    as I was, I might have just chucked my phone in a panic if the setting had been different.


    I forced a calm I did not feel and responded, "Charlie."


    From the other end, a soft chuckle teased through the line, "Yep, it''s me."


    I was fighting back a tidal wave of fear, trying to sound casual, "What''s up? Why are you calling?"


    Silence on the line. Then, that same voice that sent chills through me was suddenly right behind


    me, "Oh, nothing big. I just wanted to see you."


    My grip failed me, and my phone ttered to the floor, breaking.


    I could not bring myself to look back or to run. Shaking, I crouched down and started to pick up the


    broken pieces of my phone, my heart racing.


    In the blink of an eye, someone had grabbed my hand, and a towering presence shielded me. I tried


    to yank my hand away on instinct, yet it was no use.


    I could feel his eyes on me, taking me in. Even though I was too scared to look at him, part of me


    was desperately hoping he was not Lucas. Maybe they were just rted somehow.


    "Are you scared of me?" His voice floated down, and I shivered as he gently tilted my chin up,


    forcing me to look at him.


    The face before me was not Lucas''s, and the realization was like a punch to the gut. I could hardly


    breathe. "No, I''m... not scared."


    My voice was barely a whisper as I stared at him, a storm of emotions whirling inside me.


    He gave a small, dazzling smile, his eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement.


    He helped me to my feet, his grip firm on my hand. "Yvette, what''s on your mind?" he asked,


    peering into my eyes.


    I bit my lip, keeping silent. I knew that all I had to do was ask if he was Lucas, and I would have my


    answer. If I did, however, would he really let me go that easily?


    Officer Jackson was dead.


    I might be next.


    How would he do it?


    We were in a hospital. If I screamed for help now, could I possibly have a chance?


    "Come on. Being in the hospital on New Year''s Eve is bad luck," he said, his hand at my waist


    guiding me toward the exit. I nted my feet, refusing to budge.


    I looked at him, my mind racing for a way out.


    He chuckled as if he could read my thoughts, his gorgeous eyes narrowing. "Rx, I''m not going to


    let you die."


    I froze. That was all the confirmation I needed. I did not even have to ask. He was definitely Lucas.


    "Help!" I barely got a word out before my mouth was mped shut, silencing me instantly.


    He held me tight against him, his voice a chilling whisper, "Yvette, if you''re keen on taking everyone


    down with you, then go ahead and scream. To me, their lives are as insignificant as ants."


    My eyes caught sight of Inch, not far off, clutching a timer. My heart lurched, and the word ''bomb’


    shed through my mind.


    I stared at him, shocked. How could he take such a risk?


    His gaze met mine, unfazed, and he challenged me, "So, what''s it going to be? Are you going to


    y nice, or will we go out with a bang?"


    I could not match his level of crazy.


    Thus, I chose silence.


    He rxed his grip when he saw I had quieted down. However, his hand remained locked around


    my waist. He shot me a mocking look. "Eager to see Idris, are you?"


    I kept my mouth shut.


    He smirked and, with a firm grip on my waist, steered me into the hospital elevator. I had no clue


    what he was nning. I squirmed, frowning at him. "What are you up to?"


    The elevator doors slid shut, and he gave me a sidelong nce, then said icily, "You wanted to see


    him, right? I’m taking you to him. Let''s see what your beloved is up to, shall we?"Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.