Chapter 690

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He let out a quiet laugh, noticing the resignation in Alexa’s eyes. “Why the hurry?” he asked, holstering his weapon and signaling his men to approach.
“Your discussions with Carol about Linsey’s true identity have reached my ears. For now, your survival is necessary. When all is disclosed, there will still be time for your demise.”
As Gorman finished, his men forcibly pulled Alexa away from Carol’s body.
“I won’t help you! Just let me die!” Alexa cried out, struggling against their grip.
Gorman, unfazed by her defiance, paused to look at Carol’s body and then offered a sinister smile.
“You wish to die today? That can be arranged. However, I cannot promise what will become of Carol’s body once you’re gone.”
Shock spread across Alexa’s face, her heart sinking further at his cruel manipulation.
“No! How could you continue this cruelty? Carol’s gone! What else do you want from us?” Alexa screamed, her body trembling as she was led away.
Gorman regarded her coldly. “Just tell the truth about the past, and I’ll ensure Carol’s remains are left undisturbed.”
With that, he turned his back on her. “Alright, take them away,” he commanded dismissively.
“Understood, Mr. Green!”
Checking his watch, Gorman noted the time and decided to head back to the hospital. Linsey might grow anxious if he were gone too long.
Gorman chose to keep the fact that he had killed Carol from Linsey.
Linsey was unaware of how long she had been asleep. Upon waking, she was surprised to find Gorman’s smiling face and took a moment to orient herself.
Gorman was lounging next to her hospital bed, casually propping his head with his hand, appearing quite at ease.
Noticing Linsey’s bewildered look, Gorman let out a soft laugh, finding her confusion endearing.
𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⲁ𝗅ⲛ𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“What’s the matter? Still dazed from sleep?” Gorman asked softly, a trace of amusement in his voice.
Linsey blinked and sat up quickly, her expression puzzled. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be recovering?”
Hearing the concern in her voice, Gorman couldn’t help but smile, clearly pleased by it.
“I’m alright. The wound looks worse than it is. For me, it’s just a scratch. I got my strength back after a bit of rest,” Gorman replied, leaning in slightly toward Linsey.
“When I woke up, the first thing I wanted was to see you, so I came. But when I saw you were still sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you.”
Linsey felt a flush rise to her cheeks at the honesty in his words.
She bit her lip, feigning confusion, and redirected the conversation toward his well-being. “Regardless of how minor you say it is, you should be careful and make sure you heal.”
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