The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 278

Miles was in the middle of making breakfast. He quickly turned off the stove and went to open the door.

Outside stood the Zimmerman estate's butler, his expression grim.

"Miles, Alistair requests your presence at the hospital."

Miles leaned against the doorframe, his tone indifferent. "Keep your voice down. Claire hasn't had breakfast yet."

The butler froze, momentarily stunned. Before he could process the dismissal, the door was unceremoniously shut in his face.

Claire emerged from the bedroom wearing a long-sleeved, flowing dress that completely concealed the bandages on her legs.

She had heard the commotion at the door and felt a surge of anxiety.

She had seen firsthand exactly what the Zimmermans were capable of.

Miles set her plate on the table. "I have an appointment with Harvey Sutton. Take this dress design to him. He's lined up a few promotional projects, so make sure OCHH stays involved. It should help offset the losses from the ruined launch."

"I'm not going." Her gaze was resolute. "I'm coming to the hospital with you."

Miles stared at her, sighed, and ultimately gave in.

A high-end private hospital.

The corridor outside the VIP suite was swarming with bodyguards. Lucca lay in the hospital bed, his moderately attractive face now swollen beyond recognition.

A thick bandage covered his nose, and his split lip curled back to reveal the glaring gap of a missing tooth.

He was wrapped in gauze from head to toe, with thick sterile pads cushioning his severely lacerated back. Every slight movement sent him grimacing in agony.

A heavy silence hung in the VIP suite. Alistair sat on the sofa, clutching his cane, his face dark with fury.

Victor stood behind him, his cold gaze locked on the door.

The moment Lucca spotted Claire, he still couldn't keep his mouth shut.

He slurred his words, "Claire, you came... you came to see me? I was thinking about you all night..."

Before he could finish, he caught sight of Miles stepping in behind her. Lucca instantly snapped his mouth shut, his taunts shifting into a string of pathetic groans.

"Victor, Alistair, he's the one who did this to me!"

Alistair's face turned completely ashen.

"When did you record that?!" Lucca stared at Claire, horrified by her foresight.

Miles's expression didn't change as he casually strolled over to the hospital bed.

"What are you doing?" Lucca choked out, sheer panic in his eyes.

Miles pulled up a chair and took a seat with agonizing slowness. He reached out and gently patted Lucca's heavily bandaged cheek.

The pressure seemed light, but his fingers pressed flawlessly into the deepest of the lacerations.

As he steadily increased the force, Lucca began wailing like a slaughtered pig. A faint, icy smile touched the corner of Miles's lips.

"You're a doctor! You're supposed to save people... how the hell can you torture someone like this?"

Miles withdrew his hand, pulled a tissue from the nightstand, and elegantly wiped his fingers clean, looking utterly disgusted.

"I save people, provided the patient is actually human."