MIDNIGHT WHISPERS| Kylia

LXI

I throw my cell phone on the table, running my hands through my hair. I'm so overwhelmed and stressed with all this corporate shit that I can't always be present and talking to Malia. And I feel like this is affecting her too much, and today, hearing her crying made my heart sink.

I don't want her to think I'm neglecting her, or getting tired of her. I'm trying to have a balance between the company and my personal life, in addition to my search for Robert.

I sigh, remembering that Ruby said she just had her second nausea this week and that's suspicious. I asked questions, trying to find out if these symptoms were part of a pregnancy, but Ruby couldn't tell me.

The door opens abruptly, revealing Joseph, who is carrying more folders in his arms, making me snort, no longer able to take these papers.

— you don't have to make that face! — he laughs, placing the folder on my desk. — I just came to get the ones you signed — he adjusts his glasses, stuffing the pages into the folder. - and Malia?

— His question makes me bite my lip, tense.

— it's the same — I sigh, picking up the glass of whiskey on the table, bringing it to my mouth, drinking it all at once. — she's sick, maybe it's...

You know," I murmur, stirring the glass, looking at the slowly melting ice.

— look, if she's sick... There's a ninety-nine percent chance she's pregnant — he closes the folder, looking at me with a serious face. — what are you going to do with that? — I swallow hard, thinking about the possibility of talking about Dylan with Malia.

— I'll tell her... And support her in whatever she decides — I leave the glass on the table, raising my face, seeing her serious expression.

- what?! You can't do this, Kylie! — your despair intrigues me. — he's an heir to the Cantralls, as well as the Bakers — he laughs humorlessly. — with this child you will become an unbeatable family — his eyes shine and I don't like it.

— this child will be essential! — he takes the folder, turning around, then leaving the room.

I sigh at everything he said. I know this is true, but I will never force Malia to have something she doesn't want, her decision is hers.

I want to know about her, but it's so difficult to talk to her from a distance.

.....

I wet my lips, entering the little-known hospital, but very well organized and modern.

Definitely a place where people can stay without anyone coming after them.

Robert didn't have much luck with that, as I made Morgan work for a whole month just to find out where this old man was, and here I am, ready to see him after six months.

I didn't bring anyone with me, as it could raise suspicion and that's much better.

I walk up to the receptionist, with an upright posture and a serious face, seeing that she looks at me kindly, just as her wide smile appears on her lips.

- goodnight! What do you want? — she stops typing on her computer, looking at me with shining eyes.

You're making me sick with that extravagant smile.
— I want to know Robert Baker's room — I place my hands on the white counter.

She looks at me for a few seconds, perhaps curious about me, since she's never seen me around here.

She looks down at the computer, typing quickly, definitely looking for the old man's list of visitors.
She moves her mouth from side to side, sighing, showing that she is tense with my gaze on her.
Pathetic.

— if you can't wait... — I say, holding back the urge to roll my eyes.

- what is your name? — she asks, without looking at me.

- Kylie, Kylie Cantrall - I smile, knowing that my name will be on this list.

She smiles slightly, looking at the screen before turning to me. — the room is two hundred and fifteen, Miss Cantrall — she smiles, making me look with disdain.

I look at her one last time, walking out of reception to the elevator, ready to ask her basic questions.
the useless old man.

It only takes a few seconds for the elevator to stop in the hallway of your room. I don't waste time hurriedly walking to his room number.

The hallway is silent and empty, so I enter his room, closing the white door behind me, seeing the old man lying on the gurney, with a neck brace around his neck, immobilizing his head. It has wires all over its body, and a large band on its belly.

Should have hit deeper.

I approach the gurney, looking at him with disdain.
His eyes open, looking at me, then widening.

- surprise? — I smile. — you know there's nowhere to run, right? — I ask in a cynical way.

— how did you find me? — His voice is low and slurred.

— you know how I am — I put my hands on my hips, finding his scared expressions funny. — I need something — I sigh, closing my expression. — who is in your place?

Robert looks at me for a few minutes, trying to reason my question. When he realizes, he sighs, defeated, knowing he has nowhere to run.

That's what I would think if I didn't know him.

His smile appears on his lips, making me angry. He'll drag it out until he can't take it anymore.

— what are you going to do? Try to kill me again? — he laughs weakly.

— oh, you got it right — I put my hand inside my jacket, taking out a syringe that he knows.

— you can't do that! — I raise an eyebrow, smiling sideways.

Does he really think that?

— who said? — I let out a nasal laugh, approaching the wire that connects the IV to his arm. - you know how fatal this is, don't you? — I question, fiddling with the wire. — come on, Robert! Reply!

Who is in your place?! — I question, threading the needle.

— I just know it's someone who works with you.. — he laughs softly, closing his eyes. — you'll find out with the reactions — I frown, feeling my chest rise and fall at the thought that I'm being betrayed by someone.

— useless old man — I snort, letting the fatal liquid spread into his serum.

I keep the syringe in the same place, leaving the room quickly. Luckily, no one will notice now, since it's the middle of the night.

As I leave the hospital, I can't stop thinking about his words. Someone is camouflaging themselves before my eyes, deceiving me, ready to stab me in the back.

Among them all, Joseph's reaction echoes in my mind, leaving me confused and angry.