Chapter 432
Xander and Samantha stood outside the hospital, contemplating whether they should go inside and check on Fiona.
She was the only one who knew the truth about what had happened to Arabella that night. Now, out of nowhere, someone had tried to kill her. Xander couldn’t shake the feeling that the attack hadn’t been random—someone had sent that man to silence her.
The police were still searching for the culprit, but he had vanished as if he had never been there in the first place.
“I think we should go inside,” Samantha suggested.
Xander didn’t respond immediately. His gaze was fixed on the hospital entrance. Then, he noticed a familiar figure walking inside. The scar slashing across the man’s left eye was unmistakable.
“Isn’t that Harry?” he suddenly asked, his voice sharp with recognition.
“Where?” Samantha followed his line of sight.
He pointed toward the entrance, but by the time Samantha looked, the man had already disappeared into the crowd. She only managed to catch a glimpse of his figure before he vanished. But even from that small detail, she knew exactly who he was.
Harry was Bruce’s personal enforcer—the man who handled dirty work with lethal efficiency. If Bruce wanted someone erased permanently, Harry was the one he sent.
A sense of unease settled between them.
“What’s he doing here?” Samantha murmured, half to herself.
“Maybe She trailed off, struggling to come up with a logical explanation. “Maybe he has a relative in the hospital?” But even as she said it, she knew how ridiculous it sounded.
Xander clenched his jaw. If Harry was here, it wasn’t by coincidence. He was either following Bruce’s orders or handling business of his own.
What if Fiona was his target?
Without wasting another second, Xander got out of the car, grabbing his crutches, and Samantha hurried to follow him as they entered the hospital.
At the front desk, they asked about Fiona’s condition, but the receptionist refused to give them any information. She likely assumed they were just more reporters trying to sneak inside. Fiona’s attack had already sent the internet into a frenzy, and soon, the hospital would be swarmed with the media.
Xander and Samantha exchanged glances before stepping away from the counter. They would have to find Fiona’s room on their own. Since she was a high-profile patient, it was likely she had been placed in the ICU before being moved to a VIP room.
As they searched, they spotted Harry again. This time, he appeared to be searching for someone as well. But he didn’t spot the couple as they stared at his back.
Xander hesitated. He didn’t want to believe that Bruce had ordered a hit on Fiona—especially not after their last conversation where he’d accused Mr. Wallace of murder. But he couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in his gut.
He could have easily called Harry over and ask him of his business in the hospital, but his instincts told him not to.
Something wasn’t right.
Outside the ICU, Tracie stood rigid, her arms crossed as she paced in front of the door. She had just ended a call with Anastasia, Xavier, and Ezekiel, updating them on the situation.
Fiona’s life was still in danger—not just from the person who had already attacked her, but from whoever had sent the attacker in the first place. The hospital was supposed to be a safe place, but Tracie wasn’t taking any chances.
She didn’t trust anyone at the moment.
Even Fiona’s bodyguards that were stationed outside the room made her uneasy. They’d tried convincing her to change out of her bloody clothes but she’d refused. The enemy could be hiding in plain sight.
When the green light above the ICU door flicked off, signaling the operation had ended, Tracie’s pulse quickened. The doctor stepped out and informed her that Fiona had survived the surgery and was being moved to a VIP room.
Relief washed over her, but it was brief. She knew this wasn’t over, at least not yet.
As Fiona was transferred to a VIP room for recuperation, Tracie debated whether to finally change out of her bloodstained clothes. But as she was about to leave, something caught her attention.
A man in a dark hoodie and cap, his head lowered, moving around the hallway with suspicious steps.
Tracie’s instincts flared.
The bodyguards seemed to sense it too. They stiffened as the man approached, their hands hovering near their weapons ready to fire if need be.
But, without warning, the man pulled a gun from his pocket and fired.
The guards collapsed to the ground instantly, blood pooling beneath them. The silencer on the weapon made it nearly impossible for anyone outside the hallway to hear the gunshots.
Tracie barely had time to react or check it the bodyguards were dead before the man turned the gun on her.
“Don’t move if you don’t want to end up like them,” Harry sneered, his yellowed teeth flashing in a smirk.
Tracie remained perfectly still. But unlike Fiona’s guards, she wasn’t just some hired protection. She had done this kind of work before.
And she wasn’t about to die here.
With a sharp, precise movement, she dropped low and kicked his legs out from under him. Harry hit the ground hard, groaning in pain, but his grip on the gun didn’t loosen.
Before he could recover, he raised the weapon and fired—but he missed. Tracie was already moving.
In a flash, she lunged at him, knocking the gun from his hand. It skidded across the floor as she pinned him down, pressing the stolen weapon against his temple.
Harry glared up at her, frozen in place.
“I’m only going to ask this once,” she said coldly, pressing the barrel harder against his skull. “Who sent you p>
Before he could answer, a voice cut through the tense silence.
“Harry p>
Tracie glanced up, locking eyes with Xander. Beside him, Samantha stared, wide-eyed.
“Oh look,” Tracie smirked, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re here p>