Chapter 10 - The Coward's Retreat
Gregory, who had been standing silently near the corner of the room the entire time, looked at his mother in absolute terror. He saw the FBI agents, the Military Police, the recorded video evidence, and the bruised body of Abigail in the hospital bed.
"I... I had nothing to do with this!" Gregory stammered, raising his hands higher and taking three quick steps backward. "I didn't touch her! I told them they were going too far! I swear, Officer, I told them!"
"Gregory! You coward!" Patricia shrieked, struggling against the agent holding her. "You took fifty thousand dollars from her trust last week to pay off your gambling debts! You are just as guilty as we are!"
Gregory’s eyes widened in horror as Agent Miller turned to another officer. "Take him in too. Financial audit will sort out his involvement."
Within seconds, all three members of the Ferguson family—Nicholas, Patricia, and Gregory—were pinned, handcuffed, and being escorted out of the observation room in full view of the hospital staff and patients gathering in the hallway.
Nicholas looked back over his shoulder one last time, his eyes pleading with Abigail. "Abigail, please! Talk to your mother! We can work this out! I love you!"
Abigail didn't say a word. She simply turned her face away, leaning her head against her mother’s waist as Rachel wrapped her arm around her tightly.
As the noise of the arrests faded down the hallway, the observation room finally fell quiet. The heavy, oppressive tension that had suffocated Abigail for years seemed to vanish into thin air.
Rachel turned to the attending doctor, who was standing wide-eyed near the door. "I want my daughter transferred to the Walter Reed Military Medical Center immediately. Have an ambulance prepped."
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"Right away, Colonel," the doctor said frantically, rushing out to make the arrangements.
👉 Left alone in the room, Rachel sat down on the edge of the bed and gently took Abigail’s bruised face in her hands.
