Unwanted Blood (Harper) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

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Chapter 65

Harper’s POV

Back in my room, I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the folder again.

The transfer statement was still there. Date. Account. Amount. Every line pointed to one person. the old man in the east building. The Westbrook founder. Combined with the nurse’s testimony It was enough. If I handed both documents to the police right now, they’d have grounds for an investigation. A case. A name to subpoena.

But I didn’t act right away.

Something was missing.

The nurse saw him go in. The bank record showed him paying the doctor afterward. But neither of those things told me what happened inside the delivery room during those twenty minutes. Neither proved the injection.

It was enough to raise suspicion, but it’s not enough.

One more piece. That’s all I needed.

I turned off the bedside lamp and sat in the dark.

Adrian’s voice kept echoing in my head. “If I give this to you, I can’t go back.”

What did that mean? Not just that he’d be betraying his father. Something else. Something deeper. Something that made the act of handing me a folder feel like crossing a line he couldn’t

uncross.

I closed the folder. I picked up my phone. I opened the notes app and typed:

Don’t move. Wait.

Then I locked the phone, set it on the nightstand, and lay down on top of the covers. I stared at the ceiling and let the silence press against my ears.

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Adrian’s POV

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Just when I was finally about to fall asleep, the urgent knock on my door

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I opened the door to find one of my father’s guards, a man named Graves. He’d been with the family since before I was born. His face was tight.

“He wants to see you. Now.” I nodded.

I pulled on a sweater, and shoes, then walked across the garden in the dark. The air was damp, the grass wet with dew, the path lit only by the emergency sconces that cast weak yellow pools on the stone.

The east building’s electronic lock beeped when I scanned my thumb. The door swung open

Inside, the air was different. Stale. Heavy, carrying the smell of old paper and medicine

My father was in his wheelchair. He’d positioned himself near the window, facing the door, his back to the glass. The blinds were partially open, and the moonlight caught the side of his face- gaunt now, the skin stretched tight over bone, the eyes deep-set.

“Someone went to the Vancouver Trust today,” he said. His voice was rough”They opened Johnson Wilson’s safety deposit box.”

I didn’t move. My hands stayed at my sides, my face blank.

“Then they went to a credit union,” he continued. “Pulled a nurse’s account. Do you know about this?”

He leaned forward in the wheelchair. His knuckles-scarred, the white line across the left hand

visible even in the dim light-gripped the armrests.

“I’m aware. I’ll handle it.” I said.

He stared at me. His eyes narrowed. After a long moment, he leaned back. His voice dropped, lower, and slower.

“The Wilson girl,” he said. “She can’t stay.”

“She can’t die. You know, I’m saving this family,” I said.

His expression shifted. “Saving this family?” He repeated the words slowly, then he scoffed. “Or saving her? Saving yourself?”

He leaned forward again. His eyes were locked on mine.

“She keeps digging, Adrian. Once she gets to the bottom of it, when she finds out what really

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