Katelyn might not have even been held responsible.
A fierce determination lit up Zayden’s eyes.
He balled his hands into fists, saying, “We can surely figure something out. There’s a fortune at stake. Even if Zoey were to pass away, it’s no great loss. We have plenty of children.”
Wrenley was speechless. Her initial instinct was to argue against his cruel logic, yet the allure of wealth caused her to reluctantly consent.
After all, some sacrifices were necessary for greater gains. With their large family, the absence of one child seemed insignificant.
Outside the hospital, Vincent’s car was parked.
As Katelyn sat in the passenger seat, massaging her temples while reflecting on the day, she expressed her frustration.
“I’m beginning to regret having Zoey stay at my place in the first place.”
“It’s wise to address this issue early before it worsens. Fortunately, she hasn’t brought you any other trouble,” Vincent offered comfort, his hand relaxed on the steering wheel.
Gazing out at the night through the car window, Katelyn said tiredly, “This situation has already escalated too far.”
The potential for a media scandal loomed, threatening her career.
Vincent looked at her, asking, “What’s the next step? Do we wait for Zoey to regain consciousness and see what can be done?”
“If her family is scheming for money, they won’t provide reliable information. Perhaps we should concentrate on her parents.”
The old saying that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree seemed appropriate right now.
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“Their thirst for money is unsettling, and I fear they may resort to even worse actions.”
Katelyn was struck by a sudden thought.
A keen intensity appeared in Vincent’s eyes.
“Could they harm Zoey?”
Such a heartless couple was actually capable of anything. Katelyn’s brow creased deeply. How had she overlooked this?
“I’d check the hospital’s surveillance system for any suspicious activity if I had my laptop with me.”
“Let’s go back and grab your laptop then.”
Vincent pressed the accelerator, and the sleek black Bugatti Veyron surged forward, cutting through the traffic.
Just then, Katelyn’s phone began to ring.
The call came from a local Granville number. Yet, it was an unknown caller.
As soon as Katelyn picked up, she was met with a stream of furious insults.
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