Chapter 7 - The Confrontation At The Pinecrest Medical Clinic Gates
The entrance to Pinecrest Medical Clinic was marked by a tall stone archway and heavy black iron security gates set back in the pine trees.
Mason pulled his truck right up to the call box, slamming his foot on the brake as the rain poured down in relentless sheets.
Before he could press the call button, Adrian’s silver Mercedes pulled up alongside him, blocking the exit lane with an aggressive angle.
Adrian stepped out into the pouring rain without his umbrella, walking directly up to Mason’s driver-side window and banging hard on the glass.
“Roll down the window, Mason! We need to talk like adults before you make a catastrophic mistake!” Adrian shouted over the rain.
Mason rolled the window down two inches, his eyes locking onto the surgeon’s drenched, desperate face with utter, unyielding coldness.
“There is nothing to talk about, Adrian. Open these gates right now, or I will ram my steel bumper straight through them,” Mason said flatly.
Laura stepped out of the passenger side of the Mercedes, her expensive silk blouse ruined by the rain as she ran up behind Adrian.
“Mason, please! Emma is sick! She’s having a breakdown! She’s hallucinating these stories about financial fraud!” Laura screamed frantically.
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Mason looked at his wife of twenty years, seeing through her lies so completely that he felt nothing but pure, unadulterated pity for her.
“You sold your own child to protect a lying surgeon, Laura. You are no longer my wife, and you are no longer a mother to Emma.”
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