Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172

Annabelle’s POV

I found out Elise was still in the hospital by accident. I was walking down the corridor when I overheard two nurses talking about a blonde patient in room 304 who was being “difficult.” One of them said the name Elise, and my blood boiled.

While Zoey was meeting Matt for the first time, Elise was in the same hospital, probably pretending to be the victim.

I couldn’t hold back. I had to see her. I had to look her in the eyes and get the truth.

I went up to the third floor during visiting hours, when the halls were busiest and I could slip by unnoticed. Room 304 was at the end of the corridor, cut off from the others. Perfect.

I knocked softly and went in without waiting.

Elise was propped up in bed, scrolling through her phone, an arm bandaged and a few scratches on her face, but visibly better than my sister had been. When she saw me, her expression shifted instantly into a mask of fake sympathy.

“Annie!” she said, trying to sound surprised and cordial. “So good to see you. How is Zoey?”

“Pretending to care now?” I replied, closing the door and leaning against it. “How touching.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Elise said, trying for an innocent tone. “It was a terrible accident. I got hurt too, as you can see.”

“Of course you got hurt,” I said, moving closer to the bed. “After all, you tumbled down the stairs too. The difference is you pushed my sister first.”

Elise’s mask slipped for a fraction of a second before she put it back on.

“That’s a very serious accusation, Annie. I would never do something like that.”

“You would never?” I laughed without humor. “The same person who sabotaged the Kensington business? Who stole confidential information? Who spent months trying to destroy my sister’s marriage?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I sat in the chair beside the bed and settled in like I planned to stay a while.

“Elise, dear,” I said, my voice sweet but poisoned. “We’re alone here. You can stop pretending. Why did you push my sister?”

“I didn’t push anyone,” Elise insisted, but there was a nervous edge to her voice now.

“You wanted to kill her, didn’t you?” I asked plainly, watching every microexpression on her face. “You wanted her out of the way for good.”

“You’re crazy!” Elise snapped, but her eyes darted away from mine.

“My sister remembers you up there, angry at her. She remembers you saying she couldn’t tell what she saw,” I leaned forward. “What did Zoey see, Elise?”

For a moment Elise was silent, clearly processing.

“She… she remembers?” she asked carefully.

“She remembers everything,” I lied outright, studying Elise’s reaction.

Then Elise smiled, a cynical, cruel smile that sent a chill through me.

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