“Didn’t mean to?” I roared, my grip tightening. “You didn’t mean to poison a child? To ruin lives? You disgust me.”
Her face turned red as she gasped for air, but I didn’t care. Memories of Liam hooked up to machines, fighting for his life, flashed before my eyes. My vision blurred with rage, the sound of the hospital monitor beeping echoing in my head.
But then, faintly, I heard Raina’s voice in my mind. “Alex, stop. You’re better than this.”
With a deep, shuddering breath, I released Eliza. She crumpled to the floor, coughing and gasping for air.
I stepped back, pulling out my phone. My hands shook as I dialed.
“Security,” I said into the receiver. “Get in here. Now.”
Vanessa tried to step in again, her voice shrill. “This isn’t why we’re here, Alex! This is about that Graham woman, isn’t it? She’s—”
“Enough,” I snapped, cutting her off.
Security arrived promptly, their presence a cold reassurance as they stepped into the room. My voice was steady as I pointed at Eliza. “Tie her up and lock her in the basement until the police arrive,” I instructed. My tone left no room for argument.
Eliza’s eyes widened in panic as two guards stepped forward. She thrashed weakly in their grip, her voice a frantic, pleading mess. “Alex, please! You don’t have to do this!”
I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t. My jaw was clenched so tight it felt like it might crack. Instead, I pulled out my phone and called the police. When they answered, I kept my explanation brief, my voice cold and detached. “There’s evidence of attempted murder involving Eliza Sinclair. I’m sending you the video now.”
By the time I hung up, Eliza’s cries had devolved into unintelligible sobs. The security team stood at the ready, waiting for my final command.
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