Chapter 9 - The Evil Matriarch
Ethan slammed his hands against the wheels, steering the chair into the dimly lit private garage.
Standing right beside the driver's door of the armored SUV was Evelyn Caldwell.
In her late 50s, draped in a mink fur coat and wearing heavy gold jewelry, Ethan’s stepmother held a sleek syringe pre-filled with a clear, deadly fluid. Beside her stood Marcus Caldwell, wearing a tailored charcoal suit with an arrogant sneer plastered across his face.
"Where do you think you're going, Ethan?" Evelyn asked smoothly, her voice laced with venomous mock concern. "You look so agitated. It’s time for your daily injection."
Marcus stepped forward, cracking his knuckles with cruel delight. "Give it up, brother. Look at you—a pathetic cripple hiding in a chair. You couldn't even save Julian, and you certainly can't save yourself."
Ethan brought his wheelchair to a halt ten feet away.
"You poisoned me, Evelyn," Ethan said, his dark eyes burning with pure hatred. "You put neurotoxins in my IV to make the board think I was brain-damaged."
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Evelyn chuckled softly, stepping closer with the raised syringe. "Who would ever believe a broken, hysterical invalid over your loving mother?"
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