Without hesitation, Vincent pulled out his phone and dialed Samuel. “Find Langston. Now.”
He had already dispatched someone to search the ward, but Langston was nowhere to be found.
Samuel’s voice came through the phone. “Understood, Mr. Adams.”
A few minutes later, the phone buzzed again. “Mr. Adams, he’s already out of Granville.”
A cold fury flickered behind Vincent’s eyes. Langston had been in Granville for days, but as soon as things took a turn, he vanished. That wasn’t just a coincidence.
“Bring him back to me. I don’t care what it takes. Just keep him breathing.”
“Yes, Mr. Adams.”
The line went dead with a soft click.
It didn’t matter at that moment if Hades and Katelyn were the same person. Anyone who dared harm those he cared about would learn that there was a price to pay.
Three vials of the prophylactic injection sat on the counter. Katelyn pressed a cotton ball to the puncture wound. Her voice trembled, disbelief still coloring her words.
“He has taken off?”
Vincent’s voice hardened. “I’ve already sent a team to find him. No matter where he tries to run, I’ll make sure he’s brought back.”
If he’d seen this coming, he would have removed Langston from Granville the moment he started expanding his business. It was his failure. If he had taken action sooner, none of this would have happened.
Katelyn sat down on the bench in the corridor, her eyes lingering on the spot where the needle had punctured her skin. “Even with the prophylactic injection, there’s no assurance it will work. I’ll need to run more blood tests tonight,” she murmured.
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Vincent nodded without hesitation. “I’ll be with you at the hospital.”
A brief, unreadable expression flickered across Katelyn’s face. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but the sound of her phone ringing interrupted her.
“Breaking News: Hades, the Famous Healer, Now Infected with a Dangerous Disease!”
The headline kept flashing across the screen, drawing everyone’s gaze with its shocking and dramatic impact. Katelyn’s eyes narrowed in disbelief, unable to process what she was seeing. Just half an hour ago, she had finished her surgery, and yet the news had already spread. If people found out she was sick, who would trust her to treat them anymore?
Vincent’s gaze flickered over the news, his expression instantly turning cold. “I’ll make sure this gets buried right away.”
Katelyn’s fists tightened in frustration. In that instant, she found her calm again, understanding that everything had been planned out from the start, each move carefully placed to follow the one before it. They had purposely set things up for her to perform surgery on Jamison, knowing he carried an infectious disease. Then, they had made sure she cut her finger. Now, out of nowhere, they were sharing this information with the public. The goal was obvious— to destroy her career.
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