Once She Came Like a Flash novel Chapter 92

**Chapter 92**

Luke had deliberately deceived Adam, and that night at the hotel, the consequences of his actions were about to unfold in a way none of them could have anticipated.

If Adam hadn’t abandoned Renee to rush the injured Kayla to the hospital, there was no way in the world that Renee would have found herself returning to Platinum Heights alongside Jasper. The very thought of it sent a shiver down Adam’s spine. What if he had stayed? What if he had insisted on taking care of Renee? The possibilities spiraled in his mind like a whirlwind.

“Damn it! Why did you take my wife to Irvenia—Hello? Hello?” Adam’s voice echoed with frustration, but the call abruptly severed, leaving him staring at his phone in disbelief. He pressed the call button again and again, his heart racing, but each attempt met with the same disheartening silence.

His thoughts raced as he paced the room, desperation clawing at him. All he wanted was to find Renee. After fruitlessly scouring every hospital in Harborview City, panic began to seep into his veins. Without a second thought, he booked a helicopter that would whisk him straight to Irvenia, hoping against hope that he would find her there.

Meanwhile, back at the Spencer family home, chaos brewed like a storm on the horizon. Kayla’s reckless choices had inflicted a severe wound on the already fragile Spencer family. Their company’s stock plummeted, and the board of directors loomed over Julian like vultures, eager to pick at the remains. Media outlets buzzed with relentless coverage, and the police continued to drag Kayla in for questioning, their inquiries relentless and unforgiving. It felt as if the Spencer family was being stripped of its dignity, layer by layer.

In a frantic attempt to regain control, Julian poured a small fortune into damage control strategies, but nothing seemed to stem the tide of disaster. The only glimmer of good news was that the children who had been poisoned at the welfare center were mostly recovering, with mild symptoms that allowed most of them to leave the hospital within a day or two. But that small comfort was overshadowed by the storm of scandal.

The man responsible for the poisoning had been swiftly apprehended. He claimed that life had dealt him a cruel hand, and in his misery, he had chosen to spread suffering. With no job and no future, he confessed to buying rat poison online and pouring it into a pot of mushroom soup in the welfare center’s kitchen.

As the police delved into his background, they uncovered a troubling story. Recently released from prison, he lived with his elderly parents and a pair of young twins. His bank account was barren, devoid of any activity, and there was no hidden cash to be found in their home.

After a thorough investigation, the police released their findings, and before long, the story exploded across social media.

[Wait, he’s got twins at home, no job, and wants the world to suffer with him? Sounds like a scapegoat to me.]

[Maybe the Spencer family’s got dirt on him and used it to pin this on him.]

[A worthless father, innocent children, and a welfare center full of kids who didn’t deserve any of it.]

“It hurts!” Kayla cried out, gritting her teeth against the pain as the whip cracked again and again. “Dad, I know I was wrong… Mom, please help me! Don’t let him hit me anymore! I’m really sorry…”

Lydia Lewis felt her heart shatter as she watched her daughter plead for mercy, desperation etched on her face. Without hesitation, she crouched protectively behind Kayla, her voice trembling but firm.

“Dear, it’s done now. What’s the point of punishing her further? She knows she was wrong.”

Jonathan stood there, seething, one hand gripping the whip while the other was clenched behind his back. “She knows she was wrong? She’s just scared!”

His fury then shifted, turning toward Lydia as he snapped, “And you! Your excessive motherly love has spoiled her! Look at what you’ve raised! My daughter, throwing herself at a man like Adam? Is she that desperate to marry him?”

The tension in the room was suffocating, each word a dagger that cut deeper into the already frayed fabric of their family.