Chapter 16 - Whitfield Faces a Terrifying Reality
Dr. Alan Whitfield was dragged into the master suite thirty minutes later by two armed security guards acting on Everett’s direct orders.
The disgraced surgeon took one look at Everett sitting upright against the pillows and stumbled backward as though he had seen a literal ghost.
“E-Everett? How... how are you awake? The sedation cycle should have kept you under for another three weeks!” Whitfield stammered in blind panic.
Everett stared at him from the bed, his expression cold enough to freeze boiling water in the middle of a blazing summer afternoon.
“You’ve been poisoning me with paralytic agents for eight months, Alan, while my cousin looted my accounts,” Everett said quietly.
The calm deadliness in his voice made Whitfield drop his leather medical case, spilling glass vials across the hardwood floor with a sharp crash.
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“Sterling told me... he said you were never waking up! I was just following corporate directives!” Whitfield shrieked, falling to his knees.
“You were following a paycheck straight to a prison cell,” Everett replied, gesturing for his security guards to haul the screaming doctor away.
