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Caroline pleaded, “Officers, this is all a misunderstanding. Nothing serious. We can settle it privately, no need to trouble you.”
The cop in charge shrugged.
“The victim refused to drop the complaint. You three need to come down to the station. Assault’s one thing. Fleeing the scene’s another. You’ll have to be questioned first.”
Caroline’s hands twitched at her sides.
“We didn’t run. We came here voluntarily. We’re turning ourselves in. That should count for something, right?”
The officer raised an eyebrow.
“You turned yourselves in.. at a hospital?” as The second officer snapped a pair of cuffs onto Preston. The third one started reading rights.
No one looked at me as they were led out.
Once I’d finished dealing with that farce, Sebastian made quick call to Dominic, then headed for a different floor.
I trailed behind him, keeping pace.
Through the glass panel in the door, I caught sight of Reginald lounging against a stack of white pillows, laughing at something on the TV.
His bare feet stuck out from under the blanket, and he was holding an apple, half-eaten, the skin still wet near the bite marks.
“What’s wrong with him?” I asked, tilting my head for a better look.
“He doesn’t look remotely unwell.”
“He’s faking,” Sebastian said.
He pushed open the door.
Still staring at the screen, Reginald waved a hand.
“Gwen, you can leave. The nurse’ll sort everything. No need for you to hang around.”
No one answered.
A few seconds later, he looked to the door and froze.
Sebastian stood in the middle of the room, watching him.
The apple slipped out of Reginald’s hand and dropped to the floor.
It rolled a short distance before stopping against Sebastian’s shoe.
Sebastian lowered his gaze to it, then looked up again.
Reginald’s throat bobbed.
“You-what are you doing-“
“Dad.” Sebastian smiled wider.
“Thought I’d check in. Heard your back’s been giving you trouble. Doesn’t all that sitting hurt?”
His voice was smooth, relaxed, almost lazy.
Reginald, however, flinched like someone had just opened a window in January.
He blinked fast, grabbed at his lower back, and collapsed theatrically onto the pillows.
“Christ, my spine- can’t sit five minutes without agony. Appreciate you coming, though. Been swamped with meetings?”
Sebastian took a step forward. Then another. He stopped a the edge of the bed and leaned down, pressing his fingers into Reginald’s lower back.
“Ow! Bloody hell!” Reginald howled.
“You trying to paralyze me?”
Sebastian pressed down harder on the man’s lower back without blinking.
Reginald howled again and squirmed like a stuck pig.
“What are you doing? Have you lost it?” he shouted.
“You look far too comfortable to be in pain,” Sebastian said coolly.
“Thought I’d help you feel it properly.”
Reginald shot upright, face blotchy and furious.
“I’m not faking it! Why would I fake an injury? Who in their right mind checks into a hospital for fun?”
“You’re not in your right mind,” Sebastian said.
Reginald’s face flushed deeper.
“I didn’t fake anything! You’re talking rubbish!”
Sebastian ignored that.
“Doesn’t matter. Your back’s fine. That little stunt won’t delay your flight. Get packed. You’re leaving for Africa.”
“No, I’m bloody not!” Reginald flung himself backwards, dragged the duvet over his head, and went limp.
“I can’t even stand, let alone get on a plane!”
“You think I can’t make you go?”
Reginald peeked out from under the covers, his tone suddenly soft and coaxing.
“Sebastian, son, I’m your father. You can’t treat me like this. Let me rest. It’s freezing here. Let me go sometime in June, yeah?”
“You hate the cold? Good. It’s warm in Africa. You’ll be toasty.”
“I’m not talking about the bloody weather!” Reginald snapped.
“My joints are shot. Can’t you let me enjoy my retirement like a civilized old man?”
“You’re in your prime, not in a coffin. And it’s back pain, not a terminal illness. I’ve just funded three hospitals over there. You’ll be cured before jet lag sets in Reginald let out a furious puff and shoved his face into the pillow. His voice came out muffled and petulant.” I’m not going. End of.”
Sebastian looked back at the door.
“Come in.”
Dominic walked in.
“Mr. Laurent.”
He nodded at me.
The footsteps behind him weren’t subtle. Heavy, synchronized.
Reginald peeked out like a hunted rodent. Four men followed Dominic inside. Tall, broad-shouldered, all in black suits that barely held together over their arms.
Reginald’s voice shook.
“What-what the hell is this?”
Chapte r 216 Banished “You’re not walking out. So they’ll carry you,” Sebastian said to the men.
“He flies out tonight.”
“Yes, sir.”
One of them yanked the duvet off.
Reginald shrieked.
Another grabbed his arms, two more took his legs, and they hoisted him off the mattress in one smooth motion.
He kicked like a feral cat.
“You’re all insane! Put me down!”
They didn’t. They marched straight for the door.
Reginald wriggled free for half a second, dropped to the floor with a loud thud, and scrambled into a sitting position.
“Fine! I’ll go! But it’s the middle of the bloody night. There’s no flight now. Just let me sleep, I’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
“It’s the middle of the afternoon. And you’re leaving tonight,” Sebastian said.
“The jet’s ready. Oh, and you’re -paying for it. Out of pocket or out of salary. Your call.”
Reginald stayed on the floor.
The guards didn’t touch him again, but they closed in just enough to block every exit.
He glanced around, wild-eyed. His shoulders sank. He wasn’t getting out of this.
The silence dragged.
His ears flushed bright red.
“Sebastian, I’m your father,” he muttered.
“You’re humiliating me. Can we talk this through like adults?”
His voice had thinned out.
He looked up at Sebastian as if he expected sympathy to land if he just sounded pathetic enough.
It didn’t.