Chapter 119
Chapter 119:
After the intern’s damning testimony, the video continued, rolling on with one victim after another appearing onscreen. Each told of surgeries gone wrong, their lives permanently altered, families left in ruin.
Every story pointed the finger squarely at the Wildes, their once-sterling reputation now drenched in disgrace.
With the last testimonial fading to black, a wave of shock rippled across the city.
VitaLink Hospital — once the pride of Crolens — found itself at the center of a firestorm, outrage erupting in the streets and all over the news.
No sum the Wilde family could offer was enough to bury the scandal or halt the headlines racing across social media.
Almost overnight, both the Wildes and their flagship hospital became untouchable, their names whispered only in disgust.
Former allies wasted no time — connections with the Wildes were severed, everyone scrambling to avoid the fallout.
But for now, all the attendants just gasped at the chaos unfolding before them. Yet the question hung in the air: Who orchestrated such a devastating exposé? Could Rylie have been involved?
As curious glances darted her way, Rylie merely offered a calm smile and waved her phone in the air. “Just a little scare tactic. I didn’t even dial anyone.” No police call had come from her; at least on the surface, she appeared uninvolved. Coincidence or not, Sean’s keen gaze lingered on Rylie a moment longer before he spoke up.
“That’s all for today. The seminar is over p>
Soon after, Brock leaned over, his voice low. “Dr. Owen, our general would like to invite you for coffee p>
Rylie gave a small shake of her head. “It’s too late for coffee tonight. I promised my grandfather I’d be home for dinner. Remind him to ease up on the coffee and get more rest. Next week, make sure he stops by the clinic — the medication isn’t working like it used to, and we’re ready to move forward with the next phase p>
Brock accepted her instructions with a simple nod. “Will do p>
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Sliding her sun hat back in place, Rylie left the Morgan estate, making sure she was gone before the sky lost its glow.
Upstairs, Brad lingered at the wide study window, watching her stride away with a steady gait. “The police arrived out of nowhere,” he said, “even we weren’t given a heads up p>
One of his staff replied from behind, “This was a covert sweep — meant to slip past the Wildes’ actual protectors and nab the guilty without warning p>
“Who orchestrated it?” Brad asked, his eyes never leaving the horizon.
A brief pause, then the subordinate admitted, “The hacker covering their tracks is good. We haven’t found them yet — but we’re on it p>
With Rylie gone from sight, Brad finally turned, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. “Forget it. There’s no reason to dig any deeper p>
His subordinate blinked, caught off guard by Brad’s relaxed tone and almost approving smile. “If someone’s righting wrongs, there’s no need to keep them under a microscope p>
Back in her bedroom, Rylie’s instincts immediately told her that something was amiss.