Chapter 95

With a deafening crash, Calvin kicked over a metal tray of medical instruments, the clattering echoing sharply through the ward. Alexia's body trembled violently as she instinctively pressed herself against the wall, trying to make herself as small as possible. Fear gripped her like a vise. Calvin stormed toward her, his expression murderous. Without warning, his hand shot out and gripped her throat. "You've been lying to me right under my nose for this long. Do you have a death wish?" Alexia's face contorted with pain. Her lungs screamed for air as her breathing grew shallow. Her hands clawed at his wrist, trying desperately to pry him off, but her strength was no match for his rage-fueled grip. Her vision blurred, and her head spun. In a moment of resignation, she stopped struggling, and her hands fell limply to her sides. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she braced herself for the end. But just as her consciousness was about to slip away, the grip on her neck loosened. Air rushe