Chapter 922:
Gemma pouted, sighing dramatically. “Why has Corey been away so long this time? He hasn’t even called me. I’ve been having nightmares about something bad happening to him.”
Alicia gently patted her head. “Dreams aren’t real,” she said softly.
Alicia stayed for a meal with Gemma and couldn’t help noticing how often Gemma struggled to breathe. Gemma’s frequent need for oxygen hinted at something far more serious than a weakened immune system—it seemed like organ failure.
When Alicia tried to access Gemma’s medical records, Gemma’s attending doctor refused. “I’m sorry, Ms. Bennett. Mr. Hampton instructed that no one but him is allowed to view Miss Hampton’s condition.” Alicia didn’t press the issue.
That night, Alicia visited the hospital where Corey was staying. She only had thirty minutes to see him. She wasted no time. “When I returned to Warrington, you went to Terriland for another organ deal, didn’t you?” Corey barely opened his eyes, his expression unreadable. Her words weren’t a question—they were a warning. She had evidence with her.
Realizing there was no point in denying it, Corey finally spoke. “Rest assured, it won’t involve you.”
Alicia’s tone was icy. “With your skills, it certainly won’t involve me. But you swore not to break the law when we agreed to work together. Now that you have, our partnership is over.”
Corey was so weak that even the act of opening his eyes felt like a monumental task. Yet, Alicia’s cutting words sparked something in him, making the veins on his forehead bulge with anger. He rasped, his voice frail but filled with fury, “You’ve completely overhauled the Hampton Group, and now you’re throwing it back at me? Can you not see the irony?”
The machine beside Corey blared in response to his outburst, the alarm’s urgent beeping slicing through the tense atmosphere.
Fear flashed in Corey’s eyes. The thought of dying sent a chill through him, and he quickly fell silent.
Alicia, on the other hand, stayed eerily calm. “You brought this upon yourself, didn’t you? How desperate were you to stoop to such reprehensible levels?”
With a raspy, bitter laugh, Corey countered, “And you—acting all high and mighty because you’ve thrown some change at an orphanage? Does that wash away your sins?”
“Hardly,” Alicia replied smoothly. “But at least I’ve done something meaningful. Without people like me, you and your sister might have been out on the streets, begging for scraps.”
Corey’s gaze darkened with anger. He shot back, “After using me for your gain for two years, you think you can just walk away? Not so fast.”
A hint of pity flickered in Alicia’s eyes. At that moment, Corey had no right to make decisions.
Corey glared at her, his voice tinged with malice. “Did Caden send you here to confront me?”
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