Chapter 413 Retribution Against Grace
Evening, at the hotel.
Martin, fresh out of the shower and now in clean clothes, knew that visiting the hotel at this hourin the evening was far from ideal. And yet, he couldn't resist the pull, taking the risk of being discovered by the Kochs. The moment the door cracked open, he swept Patricia into his arms and kicked the door shut.
The moment the door cracked open, Martin swept her into his arms, swiftly kicking the door shut with his foot.
His grip was so tight that Patricia struggled to breathe, gently patting his arm,. "I...I can't breathe. Let go, please."
Martin released her then, cradling her face in his hands, scanning her anxiously for any sign of distress. "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"
"Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Patricia shook her head,. "I'm fine!. Just got a little choked up, that's all."
After a pause, she added with concern, "You really shouldn't have come. It's too dangerous. What if the Kochs found out?"
Their foreheads touched, and Martin's voice said,was laced with guilt, "I was worried about you!. It's my fault for notI failed to keeping you safe."
He sealed his apology with a brief kiss on her lips.
"Promise me you'll go back to Ivara City, okay?" he said. "Don't stay here any longer. You got lucky this time; next time, but you might not be so fortunate next time."
This time, Patricia's resolve wasn't as firm.
"Just give me a bit more time," Patricia said.. "Riley's starting to value me. If I can gain his trust, it'llgathering information will be much easier to gather information. And. But if I can't find anything out, we'll leave together."
"But yYou've already left the Kochs.," he pointed out.
Patricia She snorted coldly,. "Give it a few days. Riley will come begging for me to return. Then, I'll have the upper hand. They'll be the ones needing me, not the other way around."
She was confident Riley wouldn't let her go so easily.
Martin's face showed a twinge of concern.
He was about to speak, but Patricia silenced him with a finger to his lips.
"Martin, please do this for me!"."
Martin He had a soft spot for Patricia's her pleas. Any semblance of opposition melted away under her touch.
Seeing him relent, Patricia knewKnowing she had won him over,.
PatriciaShe kissed him joyfully, and said, "Honey, I love you..."
A tightness clutched Martin's throat as sparks seemed to ignite a fire ignited within him. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and he pressed her into the couch....
...
Meanwhile...
At the hospital, Hunter received an anonymous text message. With He narrowed his eyes, he and didn't hesitate to call the number that had sent it.
"You're telling me Grace plotted to kill Patricia?"
The voice that came through was deep and gravelly, almost as if it was altered to sound high-pitched and unnatural.
"Yes, by the pool today at noon in , at the Silver Birch Sanctuary, by the pool. She almost drowned Patricia. Riley managed to hush it up, but as a business partner, I felt obligated to let you know."
A layer of frost seemed to form on Hunter's expression. Moonlight spilled through the window, cloaking him in an eerie, icy glow.
Moonlight spilled through the window, cloaking him in an eerie, icy glow.
"She's got some nerve, going after Patricia like that."
"All right, I told you. Remember, you now owe me a favor. I helped you with Martin; you help me take control ofover the Koch family."
The call ended abruptly.
A chilling look flickered in Hunter's eyes flickered with a chilling look., lowering the very atmosphere of the hospital room.
First, they Grace tried to take him out.
Now, they she were was targeting the woman he loved most.
Grace...
Good!
Very good!
. It looked like he needed a little heart-to-heart with herher.
The next day...
During rounds, the doctor gave Hunter a full check-up. during rounds. His concussion had fully healed. His, and his arm fracture was still mending;. aAlthough the cast was off and the bone was knitting together, he couldn't strain it and needed a splint for support.
The doctor suggested at least another week's stay, but Hunter was adamant about being discharged.
With no other options, the doctor prescribed meds and instructed him to come in for regular check-ups before processing his discharge.
When Grace had been dunkedregained consciousness, in the bathtub by Martin, inhaling water. By the time she came to, the bathtub's water had gone cold, having soaked in it overnight, she fellleading to her falling ill.
A with a fever of 102 degrees Fahrenheit and.
Bedridden becoming bedridden and delirious with the fever.
. It wasn't until she was hooked up to an IV and broke into a sweat that the fever subsided slightly.
Still, she was left weak and listless, gripped by illness.
After his discharge, Hunter took used advantage of his newfound freedom and to visited Grace's room under the guise of a well-wisher.
Grace was still trying to make sense of the situation, a pang of discomfort prompting a small cough. "Ahem, you... what are you doing here? Were Have you been discharged? Is your injury healed?"
Hunter's gaze was icy, cutting sharper than a blade. "You obviously didn't want me to be okay."
"You obviously wouldn't want me to be okay."
Her throat felt itchy, and she couldn't help coughingcoughed again. "Ahem, wWhat do you mean? Why would I not want you to be well?"
Raising an eyebrow, Hunter challenged her, "Tell me, didsaid, "Did you tamper with my car's brake pads?"
Grace blinked, her mind muzzy,fuzzy now even more bewildered.
"What brake pads? I don't know what you're talking about."
Hunter took her denial as an evasion, his lips thinningpursed his lips. The tone of his voice shifted as he probed further, "So, you won't admit that!it. Then what about trying to drown Patricia? You must admit to that, right?"
As soon as these words fell, Grace's face, already pallid from illness, turned stark white.
A flicker of panic dashed across her eyes.
Hunter caught it easily, his expression chilling further.
Grace felt the surrounding temperature plummet, and goosebumps risingrose all over her body. She hurriedlyHurriedly, she pulled the blankets tighter around her, seeking warmth.
"That was an accident... I just..."—"
Before she could finish, Hunter's grip was ongripped her throat.
With with his uninjured hand, he pinned Grace's neck, pressing her down into the pillow.
"Grace, do you have a death wish for daring to? Is that why you lay a finger on her?"
Grace's Her eyes widened with fright, reflecting her sheer terror.
The fear from the previous night came rushing back.
Desperately, she clutched at Hunter's wrist, trying to push him away.
But, but Hunter was too strong, and her illness left her weak. Her attempts were futile.
"It's all a misunderstanding, really... I know you care about her; I would never harm her. L-Let go, I can't breathe..."
LackThe lack of air turned her pale face red, and her lips startinged to turn a dusky purple.
Hunter's was relentless, his grip was unyielding and suffocating.
" "Grace, dDid o you remember forget my warning? I said I cancould elevate you or I can take you down. Everything you have is because of me. You' are no more than a dog I've I keptown, and a dog is a dog,; it can never become a wolf."
Grace understood him all too well.
He was brutally reminding her that she didn't even have the right to be an ingrate.
"I... I didn't!. I never thought about turning on you..."
Hunter's face became pale, his fingers tightening as he said., "Do you really think you're in a position to do that?"
Struggling for breath, Grace felt her chest tightening as the oxygen supply dwindled. Discomfort clawed at her, the threat of suffocation creeping ever closer.
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