Unwanted Blood (Harper) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Harper’s POV

In the morning, I was pretending to read a dry report about Westbrook shipping acquisitions Adrian had given me, but my eyes kept drifting to the east building.

Just then, my phone buzzed.

The message came through encrypted. Ryder’s voice transcribed into text.

Nurse confirmed. Westbrook founder entered delivery room the night your mother died. She recognized him from newspaper. Then she was paid to leave and stay silent.

The paper in my hands went limp after I read it. My palms were damp. My pulse was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.

This is a direct evidence, and a witness. Someone who had been in that room, who had seen the man who ordered my mother’s death walk through the door, who had been sent away so it could happen.

I closed my eyes and let the weight of it settle into my chest.

Then I opened them and looked at the east building. And the murderer was still in there.

I stood up. I need to see Adrian.

I stopped outside his study door and knocked.

“Come in.” I pushed the door open.

Adrian was sitting at his desk, his phone in his hand, the screen lit with an unsent message He glanced up when I entered, then he set the phone down, screen-facing the desk.

“What is it?”

I walked to the desk, my hands at my sides, my body rigid.

“The nurse was found,” I said. “She said she saw your father walk into the delivery room the night my mother died.”

I held his gaze. “You know that, right? But you sent my brothers to find her instead of just telling

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me Why?”

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He didn’t flinch. “Because if your brothers found her, you’d believe it. If I told you, you’d think I was lying.”

I took a step forward and fixed him with a stare. “Then what else do you have that my brothers haven’t been able to uncover? You’ve already given us the medical records and the nurse’s name The fact that your father entered the delivery room isn’t the real issue.”

My gaze never left his. “The real question is what exactly he did once he was inside.”

Adrian’s hand moved on the desk. His fingers touched the edge of the top drawer. He opened it.

He pulled out a folder, and set it on the desk between us.

“There is a wire transfer,” he said. “From my father’s private account to the personal account of Dr. Alan Mercer, the attending physician in your mother’s delivery room. The transfer was processed the day when your birth.”

I didn’t touch the folder. I looked at him. “You’ve had this the whole time?”

“Yes.”

“And

“No.”

you didn’t give it to me.”

I opened the folder.

The first page was a bank statement. A routing number. A recipient name: Dr. Alan Mercer, Vancouver General Hospital. A date: September 17, 2010. The day when I was born.

The amount made my stomach turn. It is enough to buy silence..

I looked up at him. “Why now?” I asked. “Why give it to me today?”

“If I give this to you, I can’t go back.” He leaned back in his chair. His hands rested on the

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