Chapter Eighty-four Evan Sterling's POV (Present Time)

I shrugged and added, "Just saying, it's a crazy world out there…"
"Oh, okay." The woman let out a sigh of relief and added, “if you are merely concerned Dr. Roberts knows we have our own security team and the building has a lockdown policy in case of threat…"
"Wonderful. Now my mind is at rest," I said. The woman smiled.
"Don't worry, Mr. Sterling, we will not let anything bad happen to your boys and of course every other child here."
"Thank you, Mrs. Jones," Estera said.
When we were back in the car and on our way to the hospital, Estera asked, "Do you think someone might try to take my … our boys by force?"
"They wouldn't even get close, trust me on that," I replied. She held my gaze, nodded and reverted her attention back to the road.
"I'm so happy to have you with us, Evan," she said, causing my heart to constrict with emotions because I knew she meant much more than the words conveyed.
"You can rest assured I am not making the same mistake twice, my love," I said. She nodded in understanding. I called Dan and instructed him to come and stand by the road leading to Memorial Hospital and directed Estera along the route.
The older man was already waiting for us on the curb by the time we got there. I pointed at his familiar figure and asked Estera to park by the side.
Immediately exiting the Jeep, I opened the back door and created room for him to sit and while doing that, I introduced him to Estera as simply ‘Dr. Roberts’, wanting to keep her true identity secret until we have a concrete plan.
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A few minutes later, we drove into the hospital parking lot through the staff entrance and Estera led us to her office. The hospital lobbies were not as busy as it was the previous day and I guessed it must be because it was still early in the day.
Estera’s office, I discovered, was not as big as Foster’s, and I figured it must be because the other man was the senior attending. The room had one two-seater couch, a desk, a patient’s bed, and an adjoining room which I guessed must be a toilet. Two framed pictures of the twins were on her desk with a laptop, a pen holder and a pile of patient files. I saw that the one on top of it had Mary Antoinette Dallas written boldly on it.
She quickly flipped through it and her eyebrows furrowed with a deep frown.
"Problems?" I asked, gesturing to a corner seat for Dan to sit on, and without waiting if he took my meaning, I went to stand across from Estera.
"I … Mary Antoinette found a donor…" she said, sounding befuddled.
"Who?"
"Her mother…"
"Okay, that makes sense…"
"Except it would kill her… she is practically asking us to harvest her organs for her daughter!"
"And Antony?"
"He already signed, giving his consent. What the hell … " Estera said and a gentle knock came from the door.
I stood aside for her to see the door view and she said, "Come in."
Cole Foster peered in, nodded and walked in, locking the door behind him.
"Good morning, Cole," Estera greeted in obvious apprehension. Foster nodded at her without speaking and darted a glance at Dan.
"He is with me, Foster. Good morning—” I said. My voice sounded cold, but I couldn't help it. I just hated seeing the other man around my woman.
"Morning, Mr. Sterling, could your … guest wait outside for about a minute, please," he asked almost with gritted teeth. I knew then something had happened. I nodded to Dan and he walked outside.
"What's going on?" Estera asked.
"You will see," Foster said and came to stand behind Estera's desk, moved her laptop, and slot in a flash drive. I sighed. Knowing exactly what had gotten Foster flustered.
"They caught them on tape?" Estera asked with dismay.
"Yes," Foster said in a strained voice. I ran my fingers through my hair.
"Estera maybe you shouldn't see this—” I said, feeling a little awkward.
"I'm a doctor, I open people up for a living. I think I can handle incest," she said, sounding angry, but I knew it wasn't directed at me.
This would give a motive for the death of her parents and I could only imagine what she must be feeling. Foster turned the laptop in my direction, making Estera come to stand beside me. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close to my body. Foster started to pace in the corner of the desk.
The video showed Antony gingerly locking the hospital door He then removed something from his jacket, and walked to the drip infusion to inject something in a syringe into Mary Antoinette’s vein through the catheter.
He waited for a few minutes impatiently glancing down at his gold wristwatch before starting to take off his clothes, leaving only his white boxers.
A few minutes later, he walked to the bed, removed Mary Antoinette's cover, and made her lay flat on her back, he then angled her body well enough so her bum could lay at the edge of the bed and then went on his knees to bury his face in between her legs.
Mary Antoinette evidently oblivious to what was happening, appeared to find the action pleasurable. Her moaning was low, but audible enough.
After a while Antony drew back, pulling up her hospital robe, he stood in between her parted legs obviously putting himself inside her and for the next minute the video showed him bucking against his daughter’s open legs.
"How long did this go on?" I asked. Estera turned away burying her face in my chest, she held on to me and with the way her body shook I knew she was crying.
"The entire night … " Foster said, "the entire fucking night …” he added, evidently peeved. “She was bleeding on the mattress when I went to check her. The nurses thought she was getting worse but then I called the security guys to bring the recordings of her room to me. I and the head of security watched it. Told him to download it into the flash drive.”
"What are we going to do now?" Estera asked in obvious distress.
"We make copies … " I said
"And then what?!" Cole snapped.
"You give me one … I'm going to use that to get a confession. And let him sign all his shares to Mary Antoinette. I also want to know why Anastasia Dallas is giving up her organs to Mary Antoinette. I smelled guilt. She must know this was going on and kept it quiet. We saw him evidently drugged her with something … Mary Antoinette may not even be aware of what happened."
"I've sent her blood sample to the lab. I want to know what he gave her and told the nurses to swap her for rape. Damn it. I gave that predator the room to do this shit!"
"Trust me, Foster, he would have found another way. He is evidently obsessed with her. And willing to let her mother sacrifice her life for her daughter. I want to know what is going on. Please, let Dan in," I said to Foster, not wanting to withdraw from Estera. He nodded and went to pull the door open.
Dan walked in and I told him to give the flash drive with him to Foster. And he did. Foster went to slot that in as well and played it. The video began, showing Mary Antoinette coming out of her car and walking inside a secluded establishment. It displayed dates and time as she disappeared inside and came out -- day after day.
And then skipped to a recording of a room where Mary Antoinette was in bed wearing a mask and having sex with some middle-aged man. The video skipped again to another day with a different man and kept on and on, and just when I was about to say I have seen enough, a familiar body shape drew my attention. And I didn't know when I drew back from Estera and moved closer to the laptop. The height and the side view was the first thing that drew my attention and then when Mary Antoinette pushed him to the bed and straddled him that was when I saw the face. Estera gasped.
"You know that person?" Foster asked.
"Yes," Estera whispered.
"Who is he?" Foster asked again.
"My father," I replied.