TRENT'S POV I paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room, my sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. The beeping of machines and voices of medical staff filled the air, but I barely registered any of it. My mind was racing, replaying the night's events over and over like a broken record.Mr. Matthews sat slumped in a nearby chair, holding an ice pack to his swollen eye. We'd been here for hours, waiting for news about Nurse Veronica. I really can't afford to lose her, not when Tom needs her so much.I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. "This is all my fault," I muttered, more to myself than anyone else.Mr. Matthews lowered the ice pack, wincing as he shifted in his seat. "Don't blame yourself, Trent. We couldn't have predicted this outcome."I spun around, facing him with clenched fists. "But we should have! We know what Dad's capable of. We should have been more prepared."Before he could reply, a familiar jingle of a breaking news
TRENT'S POV I took the watch from her, turning it over in my hands. "I don't understand," I began, but then I noticed a small button on the side. Pressing it, I watched in amazement as a video began to play.It showed Veronica leaving us, just as she had said she was going to check downstairs. The camera angle suggested it was filming from her perspective - the watch itself must have been recording.As she descended the stairs, Veronica's voice came through, slightly muffled but clear enough: "Hi. I don't know if I'll survive this, but I need to record what's happening here. This is my small medical facility that I've been managing since I got sacked from my previous workplace, Medicare Hospital."The video continued, showing Veronica's journey through the darkened hallways. Suddenly, a commotion erupted off-screen. The image shook as Veronica ducked behind a corner, her breath coming in quick, panicked gasps."Oh God," her voice whispered in the recording. "They're here. Richard Do
ELLA'S POVAs soon as the exam ended, I grabbed Trent's hand and pulled him towards a quiet corner of the hallway. My heart was still racing from the events of last night, and I needed to make sure he was okay. I ran my hands over his arms and chest, checking for any signs of injury."Are you hurt anywhere? Any bruises or cuts I can't see? Maybe we should go to the nurse's office, just to be safe," I rambled, my fingers trembling as I continued my inspection.Trent's laughter rumbled through his chest, and he caught my hands in his. "I'm totally fine, Ella. See? I'm practically glowing." He twirled, striking a pose like a model on a runway. "In fact, I think all that excitement might have given me superpowers. Want to see if I can fly?"I blew out an exasperated breath, swatting his arm. "Is that really what you should be joking about right now? This isn't funny, Trent. You could have been killed!" My voice cracked on the last word, and I swallowed hard. "When the livestream suddenly
ELLA'S POV The room started to spin, colors blurring together like a kaleidoscope gone wrong. My legs felt like jelly, and I gripped the edge of the table to keep from toppling over. Mr. Matthews' words echoed in my head, each repetition feeling like a hammer blow."Your late father... Daniel Thompson..."I blinked hard, trying to focus on Mr. Matthews' face. He stood in the doorway, his shoulders slumped, looking older than I'd ever seen him.He took a step towards me, his hand outstretched, but seemed to think better of it and let it fall to his side. "I'm so sorry, Ella. I never wanted you to find out like this." He ran a hand through his graying hair, his shoulders sagging. "I've been trying to find the right way to tell you, but... how do you break news like this to someone?"My mind raced, grasping at straws, desperate for any explanation that could make this not true. Suddenly, Mrs. Emerson's words from that day I went searching for answers about my father came rushing back
TRENT'S POVThe hospital room felt like it was closing in on us. The constant beep of the heart monitor seemed to get louder with each passing second, making my head throb. I couldn't stop myself from glancing at the door every few moments, half-expecting it to burst open with my father's thugs ready to finish what they started.Mr. Matthews couldn't seem to stay still. He paced back and forth, his shoes squeaking on the polished floor. His fingers drummed against his thigh as he spoke. "We need to figure out who's going to get this evidence to the police. Time isn't on our side here, people."I watched as Nurse Veronica shifted in her bed, wincing as she tried to sit up straighter. Her face was pale. "I'll do it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm the one who recorded it, after all."My head snapped towards her so fast I thought I might get whiplash. "No way. You're still recovering, Veronica. We need to keep you hidden. If my father finds out you're alive..." I could
TRENT'S POV The early morning sun cast long shadows across the empty basketball court as I approached, my gym bag slung over my shoulder. I'd been avoiding this place, but the need to shoot some hoops, to lose myself in the familiar rhythm of the game, had finally won out over my pride.I pushed open the gate, the loud creak that shattered the morning silence. As I stepped onto the court, the familiar smell of rubber and sweat hit me.This place had been my sanctuary for so long. Now, it felt like enemy territory.I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost missed the sound of voices coming from the other side of the court. My head snapped up, and I froze mid-step. The entire team was there, running drills as if it was just another normal practice day.For a moment, I hesitated, unsure whether to approach or slink away unnoticed. But before I could make up my mind, Michael spotted me and waved me over."Yo, Trent! Where you been, man? We've been waiting for you!"I blinked, confusion
TRENT'S POV In that moment, I made a decision. I'd play along with my father's game, pretend to be the dutiful son he wanted. And that's how I ended up here, at this stupid campaign rally, standing next to the man I despised more than anyone in the world.The park was packed with people, all here to see the great Richard Donovan. Red, white, and blue banners fluttered in the breeze, and a giant screen loomed behind the stage. I tugged at my collar, feeling like I was suffocating in the suit my father had insisted I wear.Dad strode onto the stage, waving to the cheering crowd. I followed a few steps behind, forcing a smile onto my face. My stomach churned as I watched him work the crowd, shaking hands and kissing babies like some twisted parody of a good politician."Thank you all for coming out today!" Dad's voice boomed through the speakers. "As you know, we're here to talk about the future of our great city. But before we get into that, I'd like to introduce someone very special
TRENT'S POVThe giant screen turned to life, and suddenly, there it was - the same video I thought had been destroyed at the police station. My jaw dropped as I watched the familiar scenes unfold. How the hell did they manage to get another copy?The crowd fell silent as my father's voice filled the park and undeniably damning. I glanced at my father, still on stage. His face had turned red. He lunged for the controls, his expensive suit jacket ripping at the seam with the sudden movement."Turn it off!" he roared, spittle flying from his mouth. "I said turn it off, now!"But it was too late. The video played on. With each new revelation, the crowd's reaction grew louder. What started as confused murmurs quickly turned into shouts of anger and disbelief.As the video finally ended, leaving a silence in its wake, I turned to look at my father. Gone was the confident politician, the man who thought he could control everything and everyone. In his place stood a cornered animal, his eyes