CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN - I HATE YOU 

WILLIAMS’ POV

Relief slammed into me like a tidal wave as Monica peeled out of the parking lot. Relief tinged with a heavy dose of dread. Dr. Lee's cryptic words echoed in my head, each syllable a drumbeat against my racing heart.

"Who could it be?" Monica asked, her voice laced with concern mirroring my own.

"I don't know," I admitted, the knot of fear in my stomach tightening with every passing streetlight. "But it has to be someone connected to Jason's accident. Someone who doesn't want him talking."

The hospital materialized ahead, a beacon of both hope and trepidation. Relief washed over me at the thought of Jason, my friend finally pulling himself back from the brink. But the mystery surrounding my mother's unexpected visit, coupled with Dr. Lee's ominous warnings, cast a long, cold shadow.

I practically ripped through the automatic doors, the sterile scent of disinfectant assaulting me in a way that was both calming and jarring. "Where's Jason's room?" I demanded, grabbing the