Chapter 369:
With steady hands, she emptied the blood pack onto the blanket and sent a message to the medical advisor’s phone. “Open the file I sent when your godfather arrives. Begin right away. Impress me, and I’ll provide additional surgical insights and a technical manual.”
A silent exchange passed between the medical staff before they launched into a convincing act.
An ear-piercing alarm blared through the operating room. Red lights pulsed across the walls like splattered blood, casting a grim glow that reached Deandre’s men and Ableson’s people waiting outside. The noise spilled out into the hall, followed by frantic shouting.
“Cardiac arrest! Blood pressure’s flat!”
“Adrenaline! Bring the kit!”
They rushed around the table in a choreographed panic. One of them knocked over a metal tray, and the crash echoed like thunder.
Rylie stepped away, pulling off her gloves with steady hands. Her face wore the perfect trace of alarm. She moved back a few paces and allowed her voice to tremble. “It’s no use. His body isn’t holding up.”
The medical advisor jerked his head toward her. His eyes were bloodshot. “You said you could save him!”
Even Rylie flinched at the force in his tone.
A loud bang followed. The door burst open. Ableson rolled in, surrounded by armed guards. “What the hell happened in here?”
“Father!” He caught sight of Lochlan sprawled motionless, blood spread across his chest. He rushed toward the table without hesitation.
His gaze locked on the flatline pulsing across the screen. Though a grin threatened to break, he forced it down. He blinked hard, wetting his eyes, and turned to the team with a shout. “Do something! Fix this! Don’t just stand there! If he dies, you’re all finished!”
The medical advisor dropped to his knees and pointed at Rylie. “She’s the one who pushed for this! We told her he wasn’t strong enough, but she insisted. Mr. Quinn gave his consent, so we went along!”
M𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝑔𝒶𝓁𝓃𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂
Ableson snapped, his voice sharp, “He knows his limits! You think he’d say yes if he knew this would happen?”
Another doctor, his voice soft, barely spoke up. “The godfather said to follow Dr. Kirk’s lead.”
“Deandre?” Ableson turned his gaze on Rylie. His look was dark and full of threat. “Are you working with him?”
Feigning panic, she backed away — but the armed men grabbed her before she could get far. Ableson rolled in closer, lifting a shaky hand. His fingers hovered just beneath Lochlan’s nose.
No sign of breath. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he caught it in time and buried it beneath a mask of sorrow. “Father…” he whispered.
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