Benny, catching on, scowled and grabbed her arm.


    “Where do you think you’re going?”


    With nails digging into her palms, Flossie red at him, her voice dripping with hatred.


    “Liar! I hate you!”


    In a single, desperate move, she stomped on his foot, breaking free and sprinting out.


    Immediately, Benny gave chase.


    At the hospital gate, Benny grabbed Flossie’s hand.


    “Stop! Come back with me.


    ”


    “Never! I’d rather die!” Flossie shoved him with surprising strength, stumbling back two steps herself.


    Just then, a car zoomed in.


    Her mind nked, fear paralyzing her.


    Squeak!


    “Flossie”


    A screech of brakes and Benny’s panicked yell pierced the air simultaneously.


    That night, Fernando somehow managed to convince Ste to rest in the neighboring ward.


    In the dead of night, the door to Matthew’s ward creaked open.


    Fernando, slumped on the sofa, nced up to see a doctor, but not Cordell.


    “What’s going on? Where’s Dr.


    Foster?” Fernando demanded.


    The doctor lifted his mask, his voice low.


    “Dr.


    Foster is tied up elsewhere.


    He asked me to check on Mr.


    rk every hour.


    ”


    A knot of unease tightened in Fernando’s gut.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    Without a word, he reached for his phone, intending to call Cordell and confirm the situation.


    The doctor reacted instantly.


    As soon as he confirmed his target was lying on the bed, he whipped out a knife, aiming for Matthew’s heart.


    A strong grip mped down on the doctor’s wrist before the de could connect.


    Disoriented, he was picked up and mmed with a thud.


    The knife ttered to the floor.


    The intruder red at Fernando, his eyes shifting.


    The man quickly picked up the knife and lunged at Fernando.


    Fernando reacted quickly, dodging the de just in time.


    His face hardened.


    The attacker pressed on, each thrust aimed at vital points.


    Barehanded, Fernando was at a significant disadvantage.


    He could only evade, with no chance to counter.


    The normally quiet ward echoed with the scuffle; muffled grunts, the scr@pe of furniture.


    The struggle continued for several rounds.


    The attacker grew desperate and lunged again, this time burying the de in Fernando’s abdomen.