But I already knew. This was them.
Sebastian. Jack. Same game, new strategy. Fake diagnoses, gaslighting, control.
If they got me into that hospital? I wouldn’t be walking out.
So I screamed. Loud. Desperate.
It worked. A door slammed. Footsteps.
Stella and Zayne came flying down the stairs.
Zayne was all business, flashing his lawyer’s ID as he stormed toward the men.
“This looks like an illegal detainment,” he said. “Frankly? It looks like kidnapping.
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The police are already on their way. Nobody’s leaving.”
By then, a crowd had gathered. People whispered, wide–eyed, and a few pulled out their phones to start recording.
The guys in white coats shifted nervously, loosening their grip on me.
“We’re just doing our job!” one of them stammered, backing toward the ambulance.
Yeah, right.
But the crowd wasn’t having it. A wall of people formed, blocking their way. No one was letting them slip off that easily.
Moments later, the cops rolled up. We were all taken to the station for questioning.
The two men? Real doctors. But the diagnosis? Fake. One of them had taken a bribe to make it happen.
The whole thing spiraled into a near malpractice case.
We immediately filed charges against Sebastian and Jack right then and there—for attempted murder.
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Later, after I gave my statement, a weird calm washed over me.
For the first time in decades, I felt free. Like I could finally breathe.
Even the sky seemed brighter. Clearer.
Sebastian and Jack? Their time was up. Arrests were coming, and justice finally felt real.
But I underestimated just how far they’d go to see me dead.
The moment we stepped out of the station, I saw him–Sebastian–storming toward
- me.
His face twisted with rage, his stride quick, deliberate. Predatory.
Instinctively, I stepped back.
That’s when I saw it.
The knife.
A flash of silver in his hand, and he charged
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Fast. Too fast.
I barely had time to react before-
WHAM!
A young officer came out of nowhere, tackling Sebastian to the ground.
The knife clattered to the pavement, bouncing once before the officer grabbed it and slipped it into an evidence bag.
Sebastian thrashed, screaming my name with pure venom. “Helena Jent! You won’t die a peaceful death!
“You reported your own son to the police! Are you even human?!
“You monster…!”
I stood there, stunned.
Honestly? I never knew he had that many vulgar words in his vocabulary.
Even the officers nearby couldn’t hide their reactions–one actually rolled his eyes
at Sebastian’s twisted accusations and shameless theatrics.
The knife was in police custody. We had recordings, photos, official reports.
The case against him? Airtight.
This time, there was no wiggle room.
No excuses.
Sebastian would be charged with everything. Attempted murder, conspiracy, falsifying medical reports–you name it. Each charge carried a hefty sentence. The police worked fast. Within days, he was found guilty on multiple counts.
Done. Over. Finished.
But there was one thing that gnawed at me.
Jack.
He was just as guilty, just as complicit–but he hadn’t directly laid a hand on me. His crime? Silence. Letting it all happen.
The police could only hold him for a few days before they had to release him.
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