Shattered Then Healed By His Love (by Haley Blanton) novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75 The Exposure

“I never asked anything like that–you’re making it up!” Quinton’s face was stiff with false indignation. “If seafood was forbidden, why didn’t you warn me in advance? I swear I never heard it!”

Natalie’s chest tightened, a cold weight dragging her down. First day of business, and already a trap–Brookvale’s wolves and jackals hadn’t even bothered to hide their teeth.

She parted her lips to respond, but a voice deeper and far more commanding cut across the

room.

“Doesn’t this clinic have surveillance? Check the footage, and you’ll see who’s lying.”

Heads turned as one.

Natalie followed their gaze, her pen freezing mid–note.

Marcus.

Black suit, sculpted face unreadable but for the icy air rolling off him. His very presence made the crowd shuffle back and clear a path.

Lucy walked at his shoulder, quickly moving to the front. “He’s right! We do have cameras. Pull them up.”

Atlas chimed in, nodding sharply. “Exactly–just check the recordings.” His eyes flicked to Natalie, steady and sure.

She turned her gaze back on Quinton, her voice low and cutting. “That day, Dr. Chen and I told you again and again not to touch seafood. Yet your condition now shows massive intake- more than a little slip. That’s deliberate.”

“What are you saying?” his mother snapped, face dark as coal. “You accusing my son of eating seafood on purpose?”

Gasps rippled through the onlookers.

“Mom, stop talking!” Quinton barked, his eyes flashing.

“I don’t know about deliberate,” Natalie went on, each word like steel, “but I know he stuffed himself with seafood. And after we’d warned him not to. That leaves only one conclusion–the odds of this being intentional are very high.”

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Marcus stepped forward. One hand braced against the desk, the other clamped down hard on Quinton’s shoulder.

His voice dropped to a growl. “So. You came here to stir trouble?”

Quinton blanched, recognizing the man before him. His brayado shriveled to a stammer. “N- no! I didn’t–I must’ve forgotten-”

“First day of opening, and you try to ruin her?” Marcus’s grip tightened.

“My son didn’t–he didn’t!” the old woman shrieked, desperation cracking her voice. “They didn’t give proper instructions, that’s all!”

Marcus didn’t even glance her way. His eyes never left Quinton’s. “Bring up the footage,” he ordered curtly, his gaze slicing toward Atlas.

Atlas nodded at once. “On it.”

The crowd muttered feverishly.

“Was this really a setup?”

“Who put him up to it?”

“Or maybe the young doctor really isn’t capable—she’s too young!”

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