Ruthless Sister-in-Law Tries Injecting Poison into ICU IV Line Unaware Secret Federal Surveillance Cameras Capture Everything to Reclaim Stolen Biotech Empire
CHAPTER 2
"Drop the syringe immediately!" a powerful, booming voice commanded from the open doorway of the intensive care unit.
Celeste froze mid-motion, her eyes widening in sudden, absolute terror as the clear liquid inside the syringe wobbled precariously near my IV tube.
Special Agent Marcus Vance of the Federal Bureau of Investigation stepped into the sterile room, his semi-automatic sidearm raised and locked onto Celeste’s chest.
Behind him, four heavily armed tactical officers poured through the ICU doors, their heavy boots thudding against the polished linoleum floor with terrifying precision.
Celeste’s hand trembled violently, her face draining of every drop of color as the reality of the trap closed around her like a steel cage.
"This is a medical emergency!" Celeste shrieked, her voice cracking into a high-pitched, desperate plea as she tried to pull her arm back. "I was only helping her mother administer a doctor-ordered sedative! She's hysterical!"
"We have live federal audio and video feeds capturing every single word you spoke over the last forty-eight hours, Mrs. Morgan," Agent Vance declared coldly, stepping closer until the weapon was inches from her face. "Put the syringe on the medical tray slowly, or we will use lethal force to protect the patient."
Mother let out a ragged, sob-filled gasp, instantly dropping her hands from my collar and stepping back toward the corner of the room with perfectly executed panic.
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Celeste looked wildly around the room, scanning the ceiling tiles, the heart monitor, and the observation window, searching for an escape route that simply did not exist.
With a shaking hand, she finally set the un-capped syringe down onto the stainless-steel tray, her knuckles turning bone-white as iron handcuffs clicked tightly around her manicured wrists.
