Ready to Rule: The Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 623

“You… you are…”

Connor watched Jenson’s terrified face and let out a cold, crooked smile. “Connor Jefferson.”

Jenson could only stare, his mind reeling. It was like a thunderclap inside his head. He couldn’t take any more. His eyes rolled back and he passed out right there.

They’d had a winning hand, but played it so badly. Honestly, they deserved what was coming to them.

Lydia went to the police station to give her statement, and afterward, Connor drove her to the hospital to see Luke.

If Luke hadn’t called her himself and agreed to help expose Milana’s crimes, none of this would have gone so smoothly.

As Lydia pulled into the hospital lot, the place was chaos. Fire trucks and ambulances lined the entrance, lights flashing. People crowded the courtyard, craning their necks, and others were pressed against windows, whispering and pointing.

“I heard it’s a boy, maybe sixteen. He’s got some kind of terminal illness. Said he doesn’t want to live anymore.”

“That’s heartbreaking. He’s just a kid, barely started his life.”

“No, I heard it’s depression, not some incurable disease. Maybe life just got too heavy for him.”

“Whatever it is, you can’t just give up. Look at all these people in here fighting to live.”

“He’s been sitting up there for half an hour, won’t let anyone near him. It’s what, ten stories up? If he falls, he’s done for.”

Lydia’s brows knotted together. She glanced at the building where everyone was looking. Her heart skipped a beat.

That was Luke’s wing of the hospital.

Even from a distance, she could make out the floor, and the thin shape perched on the edge of the window was all too familiar.

“Luke, listen to me. You’re eighty percent better. If you stick with your treatment, you’ll be able to live like everyone else. I promise!”

Dr. Hady stood two meters away from Luke, not daring to get any closer. He was terrified that one wrong move would send Luke over the edge.

A firefighter tried to sneak up from the side, but Luke’s voice cut through the tension. “Come any closer, and I’ll jump.”

“Luke, whatever’s going on, wait for your sister, okay? Just talk to her first. Don’t do anything you’ll regret,” Dr. Hady pleaded, hoping the mention of Lydia would make a difference. He’d only come in to check Luke’s condition, but he found him halfway out the window instead. There hadn’t even been time to call Lydia, but she always came by in the evenings. He could only hope she’d arrive soon.

Luke let out a bitter laugh. “My sister? Which one? The one who did my surgery, or the one who gave me her kidney?”

Dr. Hady hesitated, not sure what to say. He didn’t want to set Luke off, but he didn’t know how to calm him down either.

Luke kept talking, his voice trembling. “The one who did my surgery isn’t really my sister. The one who gave me her kidney is… but she just wants me dead. So what’s the point, really? Why should I even stay alive?”