Chapter 117. The Price of Truth

Andre's POV

I don’t make promises I can’t keep. And I sure as hell don’t let people think they’ve beaten me.

 When I saw Vanessa that night—choking, fighting for her life—something inside me snapped. That kind of fury, that helpless rage... it's not something you bottle up and forget. It becomes a vow. One I made right there on that floor as I held her trembling body: they're going to pay.

I didn't sleep. Couldn't even close my eyes. I sat beside her like a guard dog all night, my arm never leaving her side. Her breathing eventually became soft and rhythmic, but every creak in the apartment kept me wired. When morning came, I was already dressed and ready to face the storm.

***

A day earlier, I had gone to the lab after receiving confirmed result from another hospital.

Getting inside wasn't hard. I may have lost my position by my father's side, but I still had connections. Old friends. A few well-placed threats and some cash