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“This medical kit isn’t yours,” he said, his voice sharp as steel. “Tell me, why did you steal it?” His iron grip found Albertine’s wrists again as he demanded answers, his tone glacial.
Pain shot through Albertine’s wrists as tears threatened to spill. “I didn’t steal it,” she said, her voice quavering. “The owner allowed me to take it.”
Jared’s eyes narrowed to slits. “That’s impossible. The owner never lets anyone touch this kit.”
Albertine’s gaze remained fixed on the medical kit, her entire body tense with urgency.
Studying her face, Jared saw raw fear rather than greed or calculation. Something shifted in his expression. “I know the owner of this kit,” he said suddenly. “Have you seen her?”
“You know her?” Albertine’s struggles ceased as she stared at him in wonder. Yet wariness still clouded her features—trust wouldn’t come easily.
“Then tell me, who is she? What’s your relationship with her?”
As Jared observed her genuine reaction, his tone softened. “She’s a world-renowned doctor—both my boss and my friend.”
“Really?” Doubt creased Albertine’s brow.
Jared couldn’t help but marvel at her transparent nature. Thank goodness he’d been the one to intercept her today, or Isabella’s kit might have been lost for good. He assured her, “Of course it’s true. Why else would I be here?”
“I’m looking for her.”
A spark of hope ignited in Albertine’s eyes.
“I know where she is,” she breathed out.
Jared followed Albertine’s lead to the skylight above the detention room.
Meanwhile, Isabella had kept a vigilant watch on the skylight. She’d caught onto Ailyn’s attempt to drug her post-surgery and had cleverly feigned unconsciousness by holding her breath. Though Isabella could easily overpower the two guards outside the room, her primary concern was protecting her medical kit.
When she first heard noise at the skylight, she had thought it was Jared, but it had been Albertine instead. Now, Albertine had returned with both the medical kit and Jared in tow.
A gentle smile played across Isabella’s lips. It touched her that Albertine, after receiving her help, would return the favor with such unwavering dedication. Such genuine sincerity was rare—Isabella wondered if she herself would have retained such kindness had she been raised in this manor’s oppressive atmosphere.
Isabella caught Jared and Albertine’s attention with a signal as she rose from the floor. The guards outside, still believing Isabella unconscious, rushed to investigate a sudden noise from within. Their urgency proved their undoing as Isabella swiftly knocked them down from behind the door.
“Alright, let’s head over to her,” Jared said to Albertine at the skylight, and they quickly went to the exit to wait for Isabella.
Meanwhile, the sharp beep of Ailyn’s phone shattered the silence. Her expression morphed from confidence to concern as she checked the screen.
The alert had come from the detention room’s security system, but the surveillance footage showed merely seconds of activity. The brief video captured the bodyguards depositing Isabella on the detention room’s floor. No sooner had they locked the door behind them than Isabella’s eyes fluttered open.
With deliberate calm, she turned toward the surveillance camera, reached into her pocket, and launched something through the air. In the final frame before darkness, Ailyn caught a glimpse of the projectile—Albertine’s cherished lollipop.
Rage coursed through Ailyn as she checked the timestamp of the destroyed surveillance feed: hours before the earlier alarm.
She’d gravely miscalculated, believing her elaborate precautions—the drugs, the alarm system, the posted guards—would be enough to contain Isabella. A chill ran down her spine as she pondered what Isabella had accomplished in those missing hours between the camera’s destruction and her escape.
“Head back to the manor! Dr. Mia has escaped!”
Ailyn frantically jabbed at her uncle’s contact, her fingers trembling with urgency. Only silence greeted her repeated attempts, but she didn’t have time to find out why.
Nathan whipped the car around, tires squealing against the asphalt as they raced back toward the manor.
Just as they approached the grand entrance gates, a fleet of police cruisers materialized from the darkness, their strobing lights painting the night in harsh blue and red. The piercing beams caught Ailyn and Nathan in their unforgiving glare.
“Miss Vettel, we’ve received reports of unlawful detention on these premises.” The officer who’d given Andrew a ride emerged from his patrol car with purpose, as his fellow officers fanned out in a swift, practiced formation around Ailyn and Nathan.
“Officer, are you seriously accusing me? I’m Ailyn Vettel, the heiress of the Vettel family. How could I possibly detain anyone?” Ailyn’s voice was sharp, her eyes flashing with irritation.
The officer’s gaze hardened. “The person who reported the incident is here. Miss Vettel, do you know him?” He stepped aside, and there, emerging from the shadows, was Andrew. His face was unreadable, but the cold fire in his eyes glowing under the headlights sent a shiver through Ailyn.
“Andrew…” she whispered, disbelief twisting in her chest. Seeing him alive was like a punch to the gut. She had thought he was gone for good. Yet now, the man she believed to be dead was standing right in front of her. Her uncle hadn’t answered her calls yet, and Andrew was alive. Had something gone wrong with the plan?
Andrew’s eyes locked onto hers, his voice cutting through the tension. “Where is she?”
Ailyn’s heart skipped a beat. This was not how things were supposed to unfold. In her carefully crafted scheme, Andrew and Isabella were meant to die in an accident, erasing any suspicion about Dr. Mia’s sudden arrival in the family.
But now Andrew was here, and he had brought the police with him.
Ailyn’s fingers tightened into fists, but she forced herself to remain calm. “You mean Miss Patton? After her visit, I arranged for someone to take her back. If you go back, Mr. Klein, you might see her at the hotel.”
The Vettel family’s power was immense, but they knew better than to expose their illegal activities in front of the police.
It had been mere minutes since the alarm in the detention room had gone off. Her bodyguards were supposed to have captured Isabella by now. If Andrew couldn’t find Isabella here, he would likely return to the hotel…
Ailyn straightened her shoulders, her mind racing. If one plan didn’t work, another would. She knew she could handle this. Once the police left, she was confident Andrew wouldn’t escape a second time.
With Andrew dead, Ailyn assumed there would be no one left to uncover the truth behind Isabella’s disappearance. It would be easy to cover it up—she could use a stand-in and make the whole thing disappear.
But just as she finished speaking, a soft, melodious voice echoed from above the wall.
“Miss Vettel, what are you talking about? I don’t recall you ever arranging for me to return to the hotel.” The voice was undeniably beautiful, but to Ailyn, it sounded like a nightmare coming to life.
Ailyn’s eyes darted toward the sound, her gaze settling on Isabella standing atop the wall. Beside her stood a man she didn’t recognize, but the woman with him… Ailyn’s stomach twisted. It was Albertine, that incompetent fool.
Rage flared inside Ailyn. She clenched her fists, her tone shifting to one of feigned urgency as she addressed Isabella, trying to mask her growing panic. “Miss Patton, what are you doing here? Climbing over the wall like that is reckless. I arranged for a driver to take you this afternoon. Why didn’t you leave, and why are you with Albertine?”
A sly glint appeared in Isabella’s eyes as she studied Ailyn, impressed. No wonder Ailyn was the heiress. Look at how easily the lies rolled off her tongue. Was Ailyn so sure that when she abducted her, everyone outside the operating room was loyal to her?
Ailyn’s words were crafted to shift the blame, casting Albertine as the reason for Isabella’s presence at the estate.
The officer, somewhat swayed by Ailyn’s insinuations, took a step back. Perhaps this was just a misunderstanding. After all, the Vettel family was one of the most influential in the area. They weren’t the kind of family you crossed without consequences. The officer was already leaning toward letting it go.
“Maybe there’s been some confusion here,” he said, glancing around at the people involved.
By now, Andrew had reached the base of the wall, catching Isabella as she jumped down. He steadied her with one hand, ensuring she wasn’t hurt, then turned back toward Ailyn, his voice cold and direct. “So, explain to me why those people in the police car were blocking my way.”
Ailyn froze. People in the police car?
Before she could recover, the officer, responding to Andrew’s signal, stepped forward. He dragged a man in black from the back of a police car.
“Uncle?”
“Father?”
Albertine and Ailyn exclaimed in shock at the same time when they saw the man’s face. Albertine rushed toward her father, confusion written all over her.
“Father, why are you with the police? What’s going on?” she asked, her voice trembling with disbelief.
The questions hung in the air, unanswered. Ailyn stared at her uncle. But as their eyes met, something shifted. The panic in Ailyn’s gaze disappeared. She took a step closer to her uncle, worry on her face.
“Uncle, what is going on? Why would Mr. Klein say you…”
Ailyn’s uncle remained stoic, his expression unreadable. The officer, seeing his silence and knowing the man wasn’t a major member of the Vettel family, raised his baton and struck him across the back.
“Talk!” the officer barked.
Ailyn’s uncle staggered from the blow, a flash of pain crossing his face. He lifted his head slowly, meeting Andrew’s gaze, and there was a moment of quiet defiance in his eyes.
“The Vettel family never gives up ground in negotiations,” he began, his voice low but steady. “I invested heavily after the deal with Mr. Klein, but the profits never came. I thought… if he were removed from the picture, we could renegotiate the terms.”
His words hung in the air, cold and calculated. The officer seemed convinced by the explanation, his expression softening slightly. Ailyn, on the other hand, let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Although Isabella had escaped, Ailyn clung to one solace: her father’s surgery had been a success, which was what mattered the most. As for her uncle, he would shoulder the blame for now. Once her father regained consciousness, he would surely set things right and clear his brother’s name. Her family would just lose the chance to control Dr. Mia forever—nothing else was lost. Against Isabella’s shrewdness, they had little choice but to concede, at least for the moment.
Meanwhile, Isabella’s gaze darted to Andrew, filled with worry. “They blocked your way?”
In the face of others’ gazes, Andrew usually remained composed. Yet as Isabella leaned in to inspect him, concern etched into her features, he let out an exaggerated sigh, his demeanor softening into an almost childlike vulnerability.