Chapter 6 - The Time of Death
The lead doctor inside the room slowly lowered the defibrillator paddles. He looked at the clock on the wall, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
He stepped out into the hallway, pulling down his surgical mask. He looked directly at Vincent, completely unfazed by the man's dangerous reputation.
"Time of death, 11:42 PM," the doctor stated quietly.
Vincent fell to his knees on the linoleum floor. The world around him completely stopped. The money, the power, the syndicate—none of it mattered. The only woman who had ever truly loved him was gone, and her final memory of him was absolute cruelty.
"Vincent," Sophia whispered nervously, taking a step toward him. "I'm... I'm so sorry. But you still have me."
Vincent slowly lifted his head. He looked at the mistress in the dark evening gown. The profound, agonizing grief in his eyes instantly hardened into a cold, terrifying malice.
"Get out," Vincent commanded, his voice dropping into a lethal, dead whisper.
Sophia flinched. "Vincent, please, you're just in shock—"
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"If I ever see your face again," Vincent interrupted, standing up, his towering frame casting a dark shadow over her, "I will kill you myself. Get out of my sight."
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