Chapter 7 - The Trap Laid
Sebastian raised a hand, stopping his house guards from touching Clare. He forced his face into a mask of weak, exhausted surrender.
"Calm down, Viktor," Sebastian said, making his voice sound frail and slurred. "The doctors say I’m getting worse anyway. My legs are completely dead."
Viktor’s lips curled into a subtle, arrogant smirk. "It’s for the best, boss. Let me change your bandages with the fresh solution from the clinic, and then you can sign the transfer papers."
Viktor pulled out a fresh roll of white medical bandage and a small bottle of clear liquid from his coat pocket, stepping toward the wheelchair.
Clare watched intently, her hand quietly slipping into her medical bag to press record on her digital recorder.
"What is in that bottle, Viktor?" Clare asked suddenly, her voice echoing in the quiet penthouse. "That doesn't look like standard saline solution."
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Viktor glared at her with pure disgust. "Shut your mouth, girl. You don't ask questions in this house."
👉 What shocking confession did Viktor make when he thought Sebastian was completely helpless?
