Chapter 302
Hera knew she had to play it cool. Launching a full–blown investigation for a mole within the department now would only alert the mastermind behind the scenes.
Queenie’s brazen elimination sent a chilling message. There was likely nothing beyond the mastermind’s reach.
“Understood,” Nathan replied.
He grasped Hera’s plan. First, expose the mole. Then, follow the trail to the mastermind. Finally, eradicate all internal corruption and restore the department’s honor!
Hera’s visit was briel. After reminding Nathan to take his medication, she left with a final instruction, “Don’t breathe a word of this to Bernard.” After all, she was supposed to be taking an exam at school.
As Hera approached the elevator, a voice called out. “Ms. Everett? We’ve been trying to reach you! Our director has been eager to connect.”
Hera recognized the approaching figure–Alan, Mildred’s former attending physician
Alan was visibly excited. He had witnessed her display of the 13 Needles of Death, a feat that even the director praised,
However, when they attempted to access the video for further study, the security footage inexplicably vanished, rendering the recording, unavailable. Since then, Oscar had been keen to speak with Hera again.
“What can I do for you?” Hera inquired.
“Dr. Bloom has been searching for you for quite some time. Are you available to meet? He’s currently in his office, and coincidentally, Dr. Shadow is also present. Would you like to meet them both? Just wait a moment, I’ll be right back,” Alan stammered with excitement.
He couldn’t wait for the elevator and bolted toward the stairs, rushing to the director’s office to fetch them.
Inside the director’s office, Camille had finally grasped the situation. To solidify her current role, she decided to answer Oscar’s previous questions regarding the 13 Needles of Death.
Their conversation was in full swing when Alan burst in.
“Dr. Bloom, it’s Ms. Everett! Ms. Everett is here! The Ms. Everett who used the 13 Needles of Death!
“Dr. Bl
Unaware of Hera’s name but knowing she was Mildred’s granddaughter, Alan instinctively addressed her as Ms. Everett.
Oscar, about to reprimand Alan for his rudeness, froze upon hearing the address “Ms. Everett”.
He rose abruptly. “Where is she? Take me to her immediately.”
“Ms. Chime, I apologize. I’ll be back shortly,” Oscar informed Camille before following a hurried Alan out of the office.
Left alone, Camille couldn’t help but feel slighted. Had she come all this way to answer Oscar’s questions about the 13 Needles of Death only to be disregarded? Was this Ms. Everett they spoke of even more formidable than Dr. Shadow?
Intrigued, Camille decided to follow them. She was curious about this Ms. Everett, the one who wielded the 13 Needles of Death with such ease. However, when the three reached the fifth floor of the inpatient department, there was no sign of Hera at the elevator doors.
“Where is she?” Oscar demanded.
“She was just here!” Alan insisted, fearing disbelief. “I’ll have someone check the security footage. Ms. Everett really came here.”
“Forget about that. She probably had something to do and left.” Oscar sighed in disappointment.
Even if they reviewed the footage, it wouldn’t change the fact that she was gone.
“I have a feeling our paths will cross again someday,” Oscar said.
