Chapter 6 - The Final Syringe
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed the midnight hour.
The entire estate was dead quiet, wrapped in the heavy, suffocating silence of anticipation.
Dr. Keller entered the bedroom alone, carrying a metal tray holding a single, terrifyingly large syringe.
The liquid inside was a milky white substance that looked entirely unnatural.
Nina stood in the corner of the room, pretending to fold a stack of fresh towels.
“You may leave now, Nina, I will handle his final care for the night,” Dr. Keller instructed coldly.
“I would prefer to stay, Doctor, in case he wakes up,” Nina replied, standing her ground.
“He is not going to wake up,” the doctor snapped, his professional mask completely slipping.
He stepped toward the bed and uncapped the deadly syringe.
Nina knew she could not wait for Alexander to act; he was still too physically weak to fight a healthy man.
She dropped the towels, grabbed a heavy bronze lamp from the desk, and swung it with all her might.
The heavy base of the lamp struck Dr. Keller squarely in the back of the head.
He cried out in pain, stumbling forward and dropping the syringe onto the carpet.
He spun around, his face twisted in absolute fury as he lunged at Nina.
He grabbed her by the throat, slamming her back against the heavy wooden wall.
Nina clawed at his hands, struggling desperately for air as black spots danced in her vision.
Suddenly, a massive hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed the doctor by his collar.
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Alexander had risen from the bed.
With a terrifying roar, the billionaire tossed the doctor across the room like a broken ragdoll.
