It became apparent that his intentions revolved around possessing me rather than respecting my autonomy or desires.
A man of such nature was unworthy of being considered Elena’s father in any regard.
Given the circumstances, I saw no reason to maintain any connection or involvement with him anymore.
Contemplating the situation, I retrieved my phone and sent a message to
Harlan.
“Harlan, I want to leave the hospital. Please come to pick me up discreetly tonight.” ©
Caleb’s POV:
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Although my intention was to guide her back to the ward, Debra appeared visibly distressed, indicating that she paid no heed to my words.
Instead, she turned away abruptly and departed.
Puzzled by her sudden departure and her visibly pale appearance, I furrowed my brow and turned to Carlos, questioning, “Didn’t she just see her daughter? Why does she appear so unwell?”
I’m not sure either,” Carlos responded, mirroring my confusion.
“Could it be that Harlan said something to her?” I voiced my doubts, contemplating the possibility of his words impacting her current state.
Considering that Debra had spent a significant amount of time with
Harlan earlier in the day, he did indeed seem to be the most suspicious figure in this situation.
However, Carlos refuted my notion.
“That’s highly unlikely. I was observing them closely, and there was nothing out of the ordinary in
Debra’s demeanor the entire time. If Harlan had indeed said something to her, she wouldn’t have remained so composed.”
“If Harlan wasn’t the cause, then who could have influenced her in such a manner?” I pondered aloud, searching for an alternative explanation.
Carlos, perceptive as ever, could discern that I was not only concerned about this particular issue. He kindly placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder and offered words of comfort. “Take a moment to relax. Don’t exert yourself too much.”
“But I find it impossible to relax under these circumstances.” My brows furrowed deeply, and I felt an overwhelming sense of irritability.
“Nothing has been going well lately. You witnessed Harry’s condition earlier; he didn’t seem to be doing well. His situation must have deteriorated. How can I possibly relax under these circumstances?”
Harry was my biological son, a fact known by only a few individuals.
Around five years ago, a woman named Denise Myers appeared at the Thorn
Edge Pack and claimed to have given birth to my child. However, the baby was in a critical condition and urgently required my assistance.
As I had no recollection of Denise, I couldn’t help but feel skeptical about her claims and the truth of her words.
