Immune To The Billionaire's Toxic Regret

Chapter 4

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sess the IV line taped to Buddy's hand. She noticed a slight, p

n on the metal tray. She reached out and gently press

ugh his teeth. His hand flinched, t

elling instantly. The IV had infiltrated; the fluid was

lve shut, cutting off the drip. Her movements we

. He took a step forward, his voice tight w

rew the words over her shoulder. She stated it was a minor infiltration and

hove. He stopped moving. He slowly took two steps backward unti

close to Buddy and spoke in a low, soothing murmur, telling him it would

ough his lips. But his eyes never left Kendal's face. He

ntly pressed a sterile cotton swab hard against the puncture

ched her hands. A violent wave of j

s. She had sat on the edge of their bed until dawn, wiping sweat from h

ind a vault, and she was freely giving i

When the nurse handed it through the curtain, Kendal carefully lai

He looked up at her, his voice trembling slight

ide her chest squeezed painfully. Without thinking, she reached out and ran h

spike straight through Elmore

er by the shoulders, and tell her the truth. He wanted t

pipe like a steel wire. He stood in the corner, a

and dehydration, the veins were flat and difficult to trace. She bent over l

out from behind her ear and fell a

half-step forward, his fingers lifting to tuck the hair back behind

er head sharply and rubbed her face against her ow

hysical rejection. It drew a thick,

d in perfectly. She taped it down

ace a blank mask, and recited the observation prot

ushed the curtain aside, and walked out

looked down at his son, who was staring sadly at the

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“Elmore Thomas rushed into the emergency room, clutching his feverish seven-year-old son, Buddy, tightly to his chest. When the privacy curtain was pulled back, the air in Elmore's lungs vanished. The attending physician standing under the harsh lights was his wife, Kendal-the woman everyone believed had burned to death eight years ago. But there was no tearful reunion. Kendal looked at him, and her eyes froze into impenetrable ice. She treated him like a biohazard, strictly referring to him as the family member. Worse, she didn't recognize Buddy. She comforted their crying son with the same gentle warmth she used to reserve for Elmore, completely unaware she was soothing the baby she thought had died. Days later, Elmore watched from the shadows as she picked up another boy outside a prep school, her left hand flashing a massive diamond engagement ring. When his butler accidentally recognized her, Kendal shielded her new stepson with pure disgust in her eyes. "Tell that psychopath to sign the divorce papers immediately. I have a new family now." The words 'new family' echoed in Elmore's skull, tearing him apart. For eight years, he had lived in a hell of guilt and madness, raising their son in the shadow of her ghost. How could she just erase their past? How could she give her tender smiles to a stranger and look at him with absolute revulsion? Standing in a luxury ballroom, Elmore squeezed his hand until his crystal champagne flute shattered, thick blood dripping onto the rug. The murderous obsession in his dark eyes returned as he called his lawyer. "Freeze her divorce application. Use every dirty trick in the book. She isn't leaving."”