The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 927

"But isn't his little sacrifice incredibly arrogant?"

"Dr. Sloan, are you really going to listen to him? Are you going to trade your own peace of mind just so he can die a hero? If he bleeds out in this room because of you, how will you sleep at night for the rest of your life?"

"You two are engaged, right? Supposed to start planning the wedding once you get back?"

"What a tragedy. If you let him die, I guarantee you'll never find a man who loves you as much as Callahan Langley."

The mastermind was throwing gasoline on the fire, delighting in the psychological torture.

"Kid..."

"Don't listen to this psychopath... and don't listen to Callahan."

Payton wheezed, his voice weak but fiercely determined.

"I'm an old man... I don't have much time left anyway. My body is failing, I'm poisoned. I should have joined my mother a long time ago."

"You're young. Callahan is young. I've watched him on this trip. He's a good man, he protects you."

"It's a damn shame I won't be around to attend the wedding."

"But don't worry, I'll be blessing you both from the other side. You and I have only known each other for a month. Choosing him is the only right answer."

"Stop hesitating, Leilani. Pick Callahan."

"Ten."

The countdown started without warning, the metallic voice tolling like a death knell.

Leilani's breath hitched. Her fingertips felt the faint giving of the frayed rope behind her back.

Her eyes locked onto Callahan's. In that fraction of a second, an insane, reckless plan crystallized in her mind.

"Nine."

Callahan remained silent, his gaze boring into hers.

"Eight."

"If you keep stalling, Doctor, you're going to lose them both," the voice teased lazily.

"Seven."

Cold sweat beaded on Leilani's forehead.

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