Chapter 10 The Iron Fist
“What in the world are you doing? I’m an investor in this hospital. Do you dare try to throw us out?”
Seeing the bodyguards approach, Hazel stood her ground, her gaze unflinching as she projected the powerful aura of a formidable businesswoman.
“That’s right, miss. While I don’t know who you are, I can tell you that every single person in this room is far above your pay grade!”
Zeke puffed up his chest, emboldened by the knowledge that Hazel was one of the hospital’s investors. He showed no fear.
In a surprisingly gallant move, he even shielded Hazel and the other two heiresses behind him. “Don’t worry, Hazel, I’ll protect you! With me here, they won’t be able to lay a finger on you!”
Roxanne and Anya glared at Sylvie and her entourage, their expressions hostile “No matter who you are, leave now! Or we’re calling the police!”
The families of these three heiresses were powerful, and within Silverton, they were practically the local royalty.
They did not believe anyone would actually dare to assault them.
“Is that so?” Sylvie simply smiled. “There’s no one in Silverton I can’t afford to offend.”
The words were barely out when two guns were pointed at Zeke’s and the others’ heads.
Zeke instantly froze, the cocky smile vanishing from his face. Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya gasped, suddenly too terrified to even breathe.
“Did you not understand? Qur boss told you to leave!”
That chilling voice shattered the silence, terrifying everyone.
Zeke instinctively raised his hands in surrender, trembling.
Hazel closely studied the two bodyguards standing next to Sylvie. Their entire bearing exuded the ruthless intensity of hardened
military veterans.
‘Could it be…’ A thought struck her, and she immediately motioned for the others to remain silent. They obediently backed out of the hospital room, but what they saw outside was even more shocking.
The entire floor-the elite private ward section-had been completely cleared,
Heavily armed special operations teams stood everywhere. The floor was locked down all because of one man’s command:
Evan’s.
Yet, they were the only ones who had been forced out at gunpoint, and that stunningly beautiful woman had clearly been targeting them, but they didn’t know her at all.
‘What on earth is going on?’
‘Wait, surely Evan was thrown out too, right?’
They didn’t dwell on the terrifying encounter, instead remembering Evan
Zeke’s earlier attempt to dismiss them made the trio recall that Evan’s condition was still unknown They decided to go check on him.
Evan’s room was on a lower, regular care floor, which hadn’t been cleared
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However, when they reached his door, they stopped dead. The room was empty. There was no sign of Evan anywhere.
“Did he run away?”
Only then did they recall the forced blood draw. Evan hadn’t received any care or comfort afterward, only their scorn and insults.
It made sense he would feel hurt, but secretly leaving was unacceptable. Evan was being disobedient.
“He thinks he’s strong now, daring to leave us like this?” Anya’s expression darkened with anger.
Roxanne, however, showed a flicker of concern. “We should look for him. When he came to find us earlier, I sensed his emotions were off.”
They still hadn’t found the mysterious donor, so they had to rely on Evan to give Zeke a blood transfusion. But at this moment, her concern was genuine.
A sinking feeling rose in Zeke’s chest. ‘Has Evan actually left us?’
He knew Evan’s absolute determination to leave once he hit his hundredth blood donation.
Zeke clearly remembered that Evan had already donated 99 times. He had simply torn up the records, and in the three heiresses’ minds, it seemed Evan hadn’t given blood that many times.
As Roxanne and Anya started panicking, Hazel pulled out her phone and dialed a number. “Hello, Dad? Did Evan go home?”
On the other end of the line, Stefan and Cynthia were still reeling from the painful shock of Evan disowning them. They were stunned to receive a call from their daughter, asking about Evan.
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