Chapter 5 - Patient C
Emergency lights glowed red along the corridor.
The wheelchair stood empty.
The woman had vanished in the darkness.
Lily ran forward.
Grant caught her before she reached the intersection.
“Stay with me.”
A metal door slammed somewhere ahead.
Victor’s security team attempted to restore power, but the clinic’s controls had been disabled from the basement.
The building was enormous.
Former guest rooms had been converted into treatment suites. Hallways connected through hidden service passages left from the lodge’s original design.
Renata had chosen the place well.
There were too many exits, too many locked rooms, and too many ways to move someone without being seen.
We entered the room beside the abandoned wheelchair.
A blanket lay across the bed.
The fabric was still warm.
Grant opened the closet.
Inside hung women’s clothing in Olivia’s size.
Simple sweaters.
Loose pants.
A dark green coat Grant recognized.
“She wore this the week before the crash.”
A notebook rested on the nightstand.
Most pages contained shaky lines and repeated shapes.
Circles.
Mountains.
A small figure standing beside a road.
On one page, a woman had written the same name dozens of times.
Lily.
Grant sat on the edge of the bed.
His hand trembled when he touched the writing.
“She remembers her.”
A speaker in the ceiling crackled.
Renata’s voice filled the room.
“Grant, you are making a mistake.”
He looked upward.
“Bring Olivia to me.”
“You do not know what condition she is in.”
“I know you hid her.”
“I protected you.”
“From my wife?”
“From what she intended to expose.”
Grant’s face hardened.
“What did she discover?”
Renata laughed softly.
“The man you trusted most was stealing from your company.”
“Who?”
“If you leave now, I will send you the evidence.”
“And Olivia?”
“She is not the woman you remember.”
“She is still Lily’s mother.”
Lily looked toward the speaker.
Renata continued.
“If Lily sees her, the child will suffer another collapse.”
Lily spoke before Grant could answer.
“No.”
The single word echoed through the room.
Renata fell silent.
Lily moved closer to the speaker.
“I saw you.”
Grant looked at his daughter.
“What did you see?”
Lily’s breathing became uneven.
I knelt beside her.
“You can stop whenever you need.”
She touched the burned section of her hair.
Then she forced the words out.
“Renata drove behind us.”
Grant became completely still.
“Behind your mother’s car?”
Lily nodded.
“Mommy said someone was following.”
“Did Renata hit the car?”
Lily squeezed her eyes shut.
“Lights. Rain. Mommy screamed.”
Her voice disappeared.
Grant held her.
“That is enough.”
But Lily shook her head.
She pointed toward the notebook.
On the page beside the mountain drawing, two cars appeared.
One black.
One silver.
Grant’s car fleet included a silver security sedan.
Victor checked archived vehicle records.
On the night of the crash, one silver sedan had been reported stolen from the estate garage.
It was recovered two days later with front end damage.
The internal report claimed an employee had struck a wall.
Grant read the employee’s name.
Daniel Sloane.
Victor’s younger brother.
Victor looked as though someone had punched him.
“Daniel died six months after the accident.”
“How?” Grant asked.
“An overdose.”
“Did he use drugs?”
“No.”
The speaker came alive again.
Renata sounded pleased.
“You see how quickly suspicion spreads? Soon you will accuse every person who ever protected you.”
Victor raised his weapon toward the ceiling camera.
“Where is Olivia?”
“Ask your brother,” Renata replied.
Victor fired.
The speaker shattered.
At the end of the corridor, an elevator bell sounded.
The doors opened.
A nurse staggered out with blood on her forehead.
“Patient C,” she whispered. “They took her to the surgical wing.”
“Who?” Grant asked.
“Dr. Kessler and Ms. Cole.”
The nurse handed him a key card.
“They are preparing to move her.”
“Where?”
“Outside the country.”
Grant started toward the elevator.
The nurse caught his sleeve.
“There is something else.”
She looked at Lily.
“Patient C was not unconscious when she arrived two years ago.”
Grant’s voice became dangerous.
“Was she able to speak?”
“Yes.”
“What did she say?”
The nurse looked terrified.
“She said her husband’s name.”
Grant’s face broke with hope.
Then the nurse continued.
“She said Grant Callahan ordered the crash.”
Lily stared at her father.
Grant slowly stepped away from everyone.
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For the first time since we entered the clinic, doubt appeared in his daughter’s eyes.
Continue to the next part: Olivia’s first statement after the crash accused Grant, forcing Lily to question the father she desperately wanted to trust.
