Chapter 119

Clayton Heron kept spewing profanities in the car, his face twisted like a rabid dog. He lunged for the steering wheel.

"Get out!" the driver roared.

The two henchmen in the backseat sprang into action. One yanked the car door open while the other delivered a vicious kick.

"Ah—"

Clayton Heron tumbled onto the road, rolling several times before coming to a stop. Blood gushed from his forehead, staining half his face crimson.

A van nearly ran him over. His agonized moans blocked Ethan Sullivan's pursuing vehicles by sheer accident.

Two black-clad bodyguards dragged Clayton Heron to the roadside like a dead dog. The convoy sped past without slowing.

Inside Ethan's car, Evelyn Laurent slumped against the passenger seat, her face ghostly pale. Cold sweat drenched her back as nausea wracked her body.

"Hold on a little longer," Ethan rasped, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.

He floored the accelerator while dialing emergency services. His bloodshot eyes reflected in the rearview mirror like a raging beast.

Five minutes later, the Langley family convoy appeared ahead. Ethan rolled down his window and shouted, "Is Nathaniel here?"

Screeching brakes filled the air as the Langley brothers jumped out. Victoria Langley stumbled forward, her makeup streaked with tears.

Nathaniel Langley led the charge. His pupils contracted at the sight of Evelyn.

He still wore his lab coat from the research institute, having rushed over without changing.

"The ambulance is coming," Ethan said tightly. "Check her first."

Nathaniel carefully lifted Evelyn into the backseat. Victoria trembled violently as she took the passenger side.

The convoy turned around, sirens piercing the night.

Nathaniel's face darkened after a quick examination. "It's a new neural paralytic. Enough to take down an elephant."

Ethan swerved past slower vehicles, the speedometer needle kissing the redline.

They intercepted an ambulance halfway. Medical personnel took over immediately. Nathaniel jumped in and began intubation as heart monitors screamed warnings.

By the time they reached the hospital, the operating room lights already glowed.

Victoria clutched Ethan's sleeve, her nails digging into his flesh. "Who did this to my daughter?"

Ethan stared at the OR doors, his voice glacial. "Her so-called 'beloved relatives.'" He spat the last three words with murderous intent.