After knowing Who She Is They Kneeled novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44 Annelise Strikes Back

The words had barely sunk in before Annelise burst through the doorway.

She was a blur of motion, grabbing a wooden stick from somewhere. A sharp, steely glint flickered in her eyes.

A gathering had already formed at the mouth of the alley, neighbors clutching their grocery bags.

“What’s all this commotion?”

“Someone came looking for the Whitmans, claiming a Whitman killed a patient.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Come on. Traditional medicine isn’t exactly foolproof.”

“I actually saw her for my stiff neck just yesterday. Will something happen to me?”

“If that’s true, I’m sure not going back to her again…”

Isabella listened as whispers swirled around her, her grip tightening on her cane until her knuckles turned pale. Her legs quivered.

The intruder, Herbert, let out a mocking laugh. “No wonder you’re living so well. No one here knows the skeletons in your closet.”

He shook his head in disdain. “You really think you’re who you once were? Traditional medicine’s fallen out of favor, and

you still dare to compete with the Kendricks for customers?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Step aside,” Isabella said coolly, raising her cane as she moved to leave.

But he blocked her, smirking. “You know exactly what I mean, old cripple. Wasn’t it you who sent that girl to the hospital?”

The girl? Isabella’s head snapped up. “Are you talking about Annie?”

“How should I know her name?” Herbert sneered. “If my aunt, Rosalie, hadn’t insisted, I wouldn’t be here. You’d jump at the chance to be invited to the Winthrop medical conference, right? Well, here’s your invitation.”

He tossed a folded card at Isabella with a flourish. “If you’re so skilled, go fix up Mr. Winthrop. Let’s see what a fraud like you can really do…”

Bang!

He barely got the words out before Annelise’s kick sent him sprawling.

Herbert crashed to the ground, knees slamming into the dirt.

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“Who the hell just kicked me- пе winеси, и

Annelise set a firm hand on his shoulder and said, icy and calm, “Me.”

“How dare!” He tried to get to his feet and swing at her.

Annelise leaned in as she pressed down on his shoulder. “Remind me. Who were you just calling a cripple?”

Sweat pricked across Herbert’s brow. She had him pinned like a vice. He couldn’t move an inch. “What’s it to you?”

“My patience is wearing thin. Watch your mouth,” Annelise whispered in his ear. “Unless you want me to break you apart.”

He knew she meant it. His shoulder already felt dislocated. Eyes wide, he stammered, “Miss, let’s…let’s talk things over. Please.”

“Annie,” Isabella called, anxiety flickering in her eyes as she caught sight of the watching neighbors.

Annelise barely glanced her way. “It’s alright. People like him deserve a lesson. Don’t give them another chance to spread lies about you.”

“So it’s you, the fake heiress they threw out!” Herbert spat, forehead beading with sweat. “You’d better let me go. One of you’s a killer, while the other’s a shameless brat. Let’s see how smug you are when the cops show up.”

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