To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 160

With that, Brian slammed his fist into Wayne's stomach. Wayne doubled over, his face contorting in pain.

Brian wiped his hands and stood up. The horse-faced female doctor beside him was shaking uncontrollably.

He gave her a cold, almost pleasant smile, though his eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Do you want to die?"

The woman shook her head frantically.

"You have two choices," Brian continued. "Either you sterilize him, or I cut off both your hands."

The doctor gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

Wayne panicked. "Brian, you think being the wealthiest man in Kingston gives you the right? The Pangborn family could ruin you with just a snap of their fingers! Throw away your business empire for a woman? Are you out of your mind?"

Brian acted as if he hadn't heard a word. He glanced around the dingy basement, fury blazing inside him.

Elara had been trapped here for over a day, tortured beyond imagination, her cries for help swallowed by these filthy walls. He loathed himself for letting it happen.

"I'm not a patient man," he told the trembling doctor.

She clenched her fists, steeling herself. "I'll do it!"

Less than an hour later, on the very cot where Elara had been pinned down and electroshocked, Wayne underwent his forced sterilization.

"Mr. Vincent… can I go now?" the doctor pleaded, her hands slick with blood. Brian looked at her with such disgust he could barely stand to meet her eyes.

He turned to Yves Caldwell. "Send her to Port Viscus."

The doctor's face drained of color. Port Viscus was infamous—a black-market hub for organ trafficking.

"Please, you promised! You said if I did it, you wouldn't kill me…"

Brian's expression twisted into a cruel, mirthless smile. "I'm not killing you, am I? Whether you survive there isn't my problem."

The doctor could only stare, speechless.

…

Summer snorted, pointing a finger at Nanette. "You're so good at stealing hospital beds, maybe try your luck at the funeral home next time. You and your daughter ought to come back in your next life as laundry detergent—maybe then you'll finally be clean."

Nanette was so angry she nearly had a nosebleed.

By the time Brian rushed back to the hospital, everything outside the intensive care room looked perfectly normal.

Even Charles hadn't told him that Elara had been transferred to a different hospital.

Inside, the room was empty and silent.

Brian walked to the bed and gently took the pale hand resting on top of the blanket. He called softly, "Elara…"

The woman on the bed, wearing an oxygen mask, turned her head weakly and murmured, "Big brother…"

Brian recoiled as if he'd been shocked, yanking his hand away in anger.

"What the hell are you doing here?"