Unwanted Blood (Harper) novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Harper’s POV

Morning, the engine woke me. I walked to the window.

A black SUV was parked at the edge of the garden. Three men in dark suits were unloading sealed boxes from the back. They carried them across the lawn toward the east building.

My stomach dropped.

I threw on clothes and ran.

The main hallway was empty. The staff hadn’t started their morning rounds yet. I took the stairs two at a time and burst through the front door into the cold morning air.

Adrian was already outside.

He was standing near the east building, his arms at his sides, his posture rigid. He hadn’t put on a jacket-just a button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up, the top two buttons undone, and one button missed in the middle, the fabric overlapping wrong. His hair was uncombed. His face was pale.

I crossed the lawn in long strides. The grass was wet, soaking through my sneakers, but I didn’t

slow down.

“What are they moving?” I asked before I’d even reached him.

He didn’t look at me. His eyes were on the boxes. “Old documents. You don’t need to know.”

I stepped in front of him. Forced him to look at me. “Is your father destroying evidence?”

He didn’t answer. His silence was the answer.

“Adrian.” My voice dropped. Sharp. “If those boxes disappear, the evidence I have will never be complete. I’ll have a nurse’s testimony and a bank transfer, but I won’t have the thing that connects them. The thing that proves what he did in that room.”

His jaw worked. His shoulders rose, then fell. The tension in his body was visible.

“The boxes contain his personal medical records,” he said finally. His voice was low. Flat. “I haven’t gone through them. I don’t know exactly what’s inside.’

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He hasn’t gone through them.

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The gap in the sentence was wide enough to drive a truck through. This is enough to make people think there’s something inside.

“If those records are gone,” I said, “your father is safe, isn’t it?”

“He was never safe,” he said coldly. “He’s only alive because I’ve kept him alive.”

He paused. His eyes met mine.

“Harper. Some truth, when you find them, they won’t make you feel free. They’ll make you feel heavier.”

He stepped back. “I’ve given you enough. From today, you’re free. You can leave now.” Then he turned and walked toward the east building.

I stood on the wet grass, my sneakers soaked, my arms wrapped around myself against the cold, and I watched him go.

His shoulders were slumped. His head was slightly bowed. He looked smaller than I’d ever seen

him.

I turned and walked back inside. In my room, I sat on the bed and opened the notes app.

Adrian is hiding what’s in the boxes. But he didn’t deny they’re connected to my mother. What is he waiting for? Or what is he afraid of?

I locked the phone. I stared at the wall.

And for the first time since I’d walked into this house, I wasn’t sure which side Adrian was on.

The only thing I could be certain of was this: from the very beginning, his purpose for keeping me here was never what he claimed it to be-proving the innocence of the Westbrook family.

Instead, he was pushing me toward destroying this famiy.

Or rather… destroying his own father.

Adrian’s POV

I walked into the east building after I left Harper on the lawn.

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