Chapter 830

Chapter 830:
Looking at his tense, resolute profile, she felt a strange sense of safety—like nothing could touch her as long as he stood there.
She didn’t argue this time. She simply nodded softly. “I understand.”
Just then, a doctor stepped out of the ICU. William strode forward immediately. “How is he? When will he wake up?”
The doctor let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. “It doesn’t look good. Even if his life can be preserved, when—or if—he regains consciousness is uncertain. You should prepare for the worst.”
Stella swayed, the words hitting her like a blow. Their only lead… could vanish just like that.
William’s hand steadied her shoulder, holding her firm, his strength grounding her.
His own eyes, though, were shadowed with fury. His voice dropped to a chilling calm as he issued orders. “Double the manpower. Guard Curtis twenty-four hours a day. Not one minute of his time should go unmonitored.”
Not even a fly gets near him without my approval. And dig into his call history and every person he’s been in contact with recently. I want names. Every word exchanged. Leave nothing out.”
“Understood, Mr. Briggs!” Luca snapped to attention, then hurried off to carry out the command.
William guided her to a bench in the corridor. They sat in silence, the weight of unspoken fears pressing down on them.
The enemy hid in the dark, vicious and unrelenting. While they were forced into the open, every step forward felt like treading on thin ice.
If they couldn’t unmask the mastermind soon, they wouldn’t be able to put an end to the menace.
The corridor outside the ICU was eerily quiet. After a long silence, Stella finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
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“Curtis called me before… He sounded terrified. He begged me to stop investigating, said it could cost me my life, and warned me to stay away from you. Do you think… he already sensed the danger back then?”
William’s eyes sharpened instantly. “Did you record the call?”
Stella shook her head. “No. It was from an unknown number. I didn’t think of it at the time… and he hung up right after.”
“Give me the number.” William’s tone left no room for refusal. “I’ll have Luca trace it.”
His hand came down gently on her shoulder, firm yet reassuring. “Curtis knew more than he ever told us. He might even know who’s after his father. Calling you was probably his way of trying to protect himself.”
Stella’s chest tightened painfully. His words made the guilt inside her grow heavier. If she hadn’t pushed so hard… would Curtis have been safe?
Her teeth sank into her lip, her voice hoarse as she whispered, “William… should I really stop investigating?”
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