2025-02-18 22:46:42“What the heck is going on here?!”
“Why isn't his body already in the cremation service center as I had requested?!”
“What kind of poor hospital service is this?!”
Tiffany Raymond asked angrily, her heavy gold plated circular earrings dangling in the rhythm of her anger as she stared into the face of Nurse Diana.
“Ma'am…I can't just pass his body off to the cremation services, we have to wait for some hours after his death confirmation.It's standard hospital procedures” Nurse Diana explained.
The scent of disinfectant and the usual hospital aura filled ward three where Carl Gerald's lifeless body was lying in a fully zipped body bag.
“Are you kidding me right now?!”
“Tell me, who is in charge here?!”
“You’ve been doing nothing but wasting my time! I know you have a supervisor or something, get him or her immediately! ” Tiffany Raymond ordered impatiently.
Cough!
Just then, with that abrupt cough, Carl Gerald suddenly sat up in the body bag he was being covered.
“Oh my God!...Mr Carl Gerald…is alive!”
Nurse Diana yelled in shock as trepidation and shock washed all over the face of herself and Tiffany Raymond.
She immediately raced towards Mr Carl Gerald.
Frantically she unzipped the body bag and Mr Carl Gerald immediately let out a heavy gasp for air.
“What happened…where am I?”
His voice quaked as he spoke, his sight was still blurry.
His head still ached as he tried to recollect his thoughts, he tried to stand up but fell back onto the table.
“Calm down Mr Carl I will go and get the doctor immediately!”
Nurse Diana said her voice was laced with a mixture of anxiety, exhilaration and curiosity as she raced off to get Doctor Thompson, the doctor in charge of Mr Carl Gerald's case.
Carl Gerald's sight was still blurry, he slowly took a deep breath and stared at the woman almost close to him.
“Tiffany?”
But there was no response from Tiffany Raymond who still had her face etched in bewilderment.
Carl Gerald immediately recalled what had just happened earlier.
He recalled having left the building construction site where he doubled down as a labourer after working on his pizza delivery job, on returning home, he met the back door open which was unusual.
Entering the house, he heard his sister Sara’s scream.
He rushed outside to see a thug dragging her into the street while their mother, Mrs. Amber Gerald, desperately tried to protect her.
Carl had grabbed a crowbar to intervene, but before he could even react, a sharp blow struck his neck from behind. He remembered a surge of power running through him as his vision went black.
As Carl Gerald tried to recollect his thoughts, his head ached him even more.
The room was quiet as Carl stood up slowly, his eyes fixed on his wife, Tiffany.
"Tiffany, what really happened to me? Where are my mom and my sister, Sara?"
Carl’s voice was weak, laced with a mix of confusion and urgency.
Tiffany Raymond who was still in shock immediately snapped out of it and snorted indifferently.
“Your mom? She’s dead, killed in the struggle.”She paused for a moment, her lips curling slightly as if the words left a bad taste in her mouth, ”And your sister, I don’t know, perhaps taken away by those thugs.”
There was no shock in her eyes, no empathy.It was almost as if she were discussing an insignificant event in a stranger’s life.
Carl’s heart sank, his entire body freezing.
"Tiffany... that’s impossible..." Carl’s voice trembled, desperation creeping into his words. He could hardly breathe, the pain suffocating him. "Tell me it’s a lie! Please, tell me it’s a joke!"
Carl Gerald couldn't take it as he plopped back into the table.
Tears slowly welling down his eyes as he beat himself up emotionally for not being there for his family.
“It should have been me!”
“It should have been me! Why did I have to pass out and let my mom die?!”
Carl Gerald yelled into the empty air.
His fists slammed against the table, the sound of his pain deafening in the silence. But Tiffany didn’t even flinch.
She simply stood there, emotionless, her arms crossed as she glanced at him briefly, a hint of impatience flickering in her eyes.
Slowly Carl Gerald took a deep breath, with tears still streaming down his eyes.
“ I will find those bastards and I will make them pay dearly for everything they did!” His voice was colder now, but filled with a quiet rage.
Just as Carl’s words hung in the air, Tiffany broke the silence with her chillingly calm voice.
"Well, enough for crying? Now I have something to say."
Her eyes, devoid of compassion, glinted coldly as she threw a brown envelope in his direction. It landed softly against his chest, and Carl looked down at it, confused and trembling.
Tiffany’s voice was ice-cold. "I want a divorce."
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Chapter 552: Arrival at the Cemetery.
The morning sun cast long shadows across the manicured grounds of the National Cemetery, its golden light filtering through ancient oak trees that stood like silent sentinels over countless graves. The air carried that peculiar quality of enforced reverence that all burial grounds seemed to possess...a hushed stillness that felt almost sacred, broken only by the distant sound of cars arriving and the muted conversations of early mourners gathering for a service that would honor one of their own.General Carl Gerald sat in the passenger seat of the armored SUV, his hands resting on his knees, his tactical uniform immaculate despite the sleepless night and the emotional turbulence of the past forty-eight hours. The fabric was crisp, the insignia polished, the image of perfect military bearing. But inside, beneath the carefully constructed exterior of professional composure, he felt like he was being torn apart by competing obligations and crushing guilt.He had left Sara at the hospit
Chapter 551:
"I'm ordering a comprehensive drug level analysis," he explained as he worked. "We'll measure the exact concentration of every medication in Sara's system...the physostigmine, the metoprolol, the pain medications, everything. If Doctor Wade administered dosages outside the therapeutic range, we'll detect it.""How quickly can we get results?" General Gerald asked."I'm marking this as a critical priority," Anderson said. "The lab will process it immediately. Fifteen to twenty minutes for preliminary results, maybe thirty for the complete panel."Sara looked between her brother and the doctor, fear evident in her pale face. "Carl, am I... am I going to be okay? Did those fake doctors poison me again?"General Gerald squeezed her hand gently. "We don't know yet. But Doctor Anderson is running every test possible to make sure. And if they did administer something harmful, we'll counteract it before it can do serious damage.""I'm scared," Sara admitted, her voice small and vulnerable in
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Her phone buzzed with a text from Phineas: "TRACKING KEYCARD USED TO ACCESS STAIRWELL. BELONGS TO MAINTENANCE SUPERVISOR ROBERT JENKINS WHO IS CURRENTLY ON VACATION. CARD WAS REPORTED MISSING TWO WEEKS AGO."Two weeks ago. Right around the time when planning for attacks on the Elite Division would have been intensifying.Debra headed for the parking structure entrance, moving fast but trying not to create panic among the civilians in the hospital. As she approached the entrance, she saw General Gerald's vehicle screech to a halt at the security barrier.General Gerald and Phineas emerged from the vehicle at a run, both armed, both moving with the practiced efficiency of experienced operators."Status?" General Gerald demanded as he reached Debra."Lost visual when they entered the service stairwell," Debra reported. "They're either still in the building or they've reached the parking levels and are attempting to flee.""Phineas, security lockdown," General Gerald ordered."Already imp
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"He was," Debra Zachs confirmed. "But he almost wasn't, because the witness was so scared she was considering backing out. The prosecutors were getting worried, thinking they might lose their key testimony. And then Juliet spent an entire evening just talking to this young woman. Not interrogating her, not pressuring her...just talking. Listening to her fears, sharing some of her own experiences, helping her understand that doing the right thing was worth the fear.""Juliet had a gift for connecting with people," General Gerald said."She did," Debra Zachs agreed. "And that witness ended up testifying, and the councilman was convicted, and corruption in that city government was significantly reduced. All because Juliet took the time to show compassion to someone who was scared and alone."She took another shaky breath, the memories pouring through her now like a flood she could no longer contain."I remember after the cemetery attack, after Juliet had been shot, when we were all waiti
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"No," General Gerald interrupted. "Sara is my priority. Nothing...not duty, not honor, not strategy...nothing takes precedence over protecting my sister. If I have to miss Juliet's funeral to ensure Sara's safety, that's what I'll do. Juliet would understand. She died protecting people. She'd want me to protect Sara."The raw emotion in his voice struck Debra Zachs deeply. She'd worked with General Gerald for years, had seen him in combat, in crisis, in moments of triumph and tragedy. But she'd rarely heard such naked vulnerability, such absolute prioritization of personal connection over professional obligation."Debra, are you still there?" General Gerald asked when she didn't immediately respond."Yes, sir," she said, her own voice thick with emotion. "I'm here.""Then listen to me," General Gerald said more gently. "I trust you. I trust your instincts, your training, your dedication. You've been Sara's shield for the past hours when I couldn't be there. You've kept her safe, kept
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"The imposter systematically compromised five different witnesses," Phineas said. "She fed their locations and new identities to the criminal organizations they were testifying against. Three of those witnesses were killed before we realized what was happening. The other two barely survived assassination attempts.""My God," Debra Zachs whispered."We only caught the imposter because she made a tiny mistake," Phineas continued. "She referenced a childhood memory that the real Sarah Morrison should have had, but got a detail wrong...the color of a bicycle she'd supposedly owned. One of Morrison's longtime colleagues noticed the discrepancy, thought it was odd, and mentioned it to security. That single observation led to a full investigation that uncovered the entire operation."General Gerald's voice cut in again. "Phineas is telling you this because I want you to understand something crucial, Debra. These kinds of sophisticated infiltrations are rare, but they happen. And when they h
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