The Billionaire's Regret: His Secret Wife Turned Medical Genius novel Chapter 104

Under the harsh lights of the police station, Emily stormed in and went straight to the front desk. "I'm here for Amelia Waverly—the suspect from the airport stabbing today."

The duty officer glanced at her, then down at the logbook. "Sorry, you can't see her right now."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Someone's already in there with her."

Emily froze.

Who else would come to see Amelia this late at night? Was it the Waverly family members?

Emily asked, "Who?"

The officer's tone was flat and matter-of-fact. "Gabriel Holton. The president of Holton Corporation."

The moment Emily heard Gabriel's name, an icy chill shot up from the soles of her feet and flooded her entire body.

So, that was it. He hadn't been worried about her. He had left her at the hospital only to rush here, desperate to save his beloved Amelia.

…

The dim interrogation room glowed yellow, lighted up by only a single dim lamp.

The light traced the hard lines of Gabriel's profile, casting deep shadows across his face.

Across from him sat Amelia. Red welts ringed her wrists where security had restrained her.

She lifted her tear-streaked face. "Gabe, I knew you would come save me. It's all Emily's fault! She drove me to this! If she hadn't kept you all to herself, I would never have done something so stupid!" Her words spilled out, casting all blame on Emily while painting herself as the victim.

Meanwhile, Gabriel listened in silence, his expression unreadable.

Emboldened by his lack of response, Amelia's sobs grew louder. "Say something! Do you think I'm wrong too? Are you blaming me now?"

Finally, Gabriel moved.

He slowly stood up and crossed the room, each step of his polished shoes thudding like a drumbeat, squeezing the air from Amelia's lungs.

When he stopped in front of her, her sobbing cut off instantly.

Uneasily, Amelia lifted her head to meet a pair of eyes stripped of all warmth. In them now burned a lethal glint she had never seen before.

At the next second, Gabriel's hand clamped around Amelia's slender neck like an iron vise. His force was merciless, and Amelia's breath seized before her face darkened to purple in seconds.

Wordlessly, he turned to leave.

In that instant, panic surged within Amelia, and she scrambled forward to clutch at his pant leg. "Gabe, I was wrong! Please don't abandon me! I can't go to prison! I only lost my head because I love you too much! I can't live without you!"

Tears and snot smeared her once-delicate face. It was a grotesque mask of desperation.

Gabriel's temples throbbed.

He briefly shut his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were frozen over with ice.

With a violent jerk, he freed his leg, sending Amelia sprawling again.

He looked down at her, and in a flat, detached voice, he said, "I won't let you rot in prison, nor will I let you die."

For a moment, hope flickered in Amelia's eyes.

But Gabriel's next words crushed her soul. "Tomorrow, I'll have you sent to Iron Alley."

The blood drained from her face.

Iron Alley was the Holton family's gladiator arena.