Chapter 3 - The Silent Request
As soon as Logan and Ryan’s footsteps faded down the quiet hospital hallway, I opened my left eye slightly.
The room was dimly lit, smelling of sterile bleach and plastic tubes.
I reached out with a trembling, cold hand and pressed the red call button on the side of my bed rail.
A young nurse rushed into the room seconds later, her eyes wide with deep concern as she checked my heart monitor.
"Ms. Lin! You’re awake! Don't move your head," the nurse urged softly, gently placing a hand on my shoulder.
"I’m calling Dr. Sterling right now—"
"No," I rasped out, my voice sounding like broken glass grinding against metal.
"No doctors... no police... not yet."
The nurse froze, looking down at me with confusion and worry.
"Ms. Lin, your fiancé, Mr. Vance, said he wants full privacy for your recovery—"
"I need my phone," I whispered, gripping her wrist with every ounce of strength left in my shaking fingers.
"And I need you to fetch someone named Detective Marcus Vance... from the NYPD Special Victims Unit."
The nurse blinked, her mouth opening in sheer surprise.
"Detective Vance? Is he related to Logan?" she asked.
"He’s Logan's estranged older brother," I murmured, my vision blurring with cold tears of rage.
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"The brother Logan paid to keep out of the family trust ten years ago."
"Get him here... before Logan comes back."
