The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 326

Chapter 326

The lights flickered on.

A man dripping with lethal intent shot a terrifying glance backward. “Get out!”

Two simple words, laced with absolute fury.

Realizing exactly what was happening, Simon immediately pulled the door shut and stood guard outside in the hallway.

Silas delivered a brutal kick to the man on the floor, simultaneously grabbing his suit jacket and tossing it over Vivian. Without missing a beat, he scooped her up into his arms.

His eyes swept over the hospital bed. The messy, torn sheets made it excruciatingly clear what had just transpired.

Vivian tilted her head up. Half of her face was already swollen, a thin trail of blood trickling from the corner of her lips. Her eyes were bloodshot.

She was dressed only in her bra, and the zipper on her skirt had been torn halfway down, revealing her black underwear beneath.

She wasn’t crying, but the hollow, devastated look in her eyes was infinitely worse than tears. It burned like acid against Silas’s chest.

He had just opened his mouth to speak when the woman weakly raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck.

She pressed her face against his chest.

Her voice wasn’t overly dramatic, just hauntingly quiet, though she couldn’t hide the tremor.

“You finally came.”

Silas pressed his lips together, an indescribable knot tightening in his gut. His grip around her tightened fiercely. “Yeah. I’m here.”

With that, his glacial gaze shifted toward the man bleeding on the ground.

That first punch had practically shattered Harrison’s nose. Blood was pouring down his face in sheets.

He clutched his face, groaning in agonizing pain, unable to form a coherent word.

Silas’s pitch-black eyes held zero warmth. He raised his foot.

The first kick landed squarely on Harrison’s shoulder, sending him crashing back into the floorboards.

The second kick connected brutally between his legs.

“Dereliction of duty. Accepting bribes. Do you really want to know what the consequences of your actions will be?”

Silas glanced down at the woman in his arms. Her eyes were closed, and she looked visibly in pain.

He frowned, his patience entirely depleted. “I am Silas Sterling. If your director isn’t standing in front of me in thirty minutes, you can all prepare for prison.”

The nurse’s face went completely ashen. She practically scrambled for the phone.

The new VIP suite was much nicer than the one downstairs.

Silas personally washed her face, changed her clothes, and had the nurse apply ointment to her injuries.

She had bruises everywhere. The aggressively swollen cheek was painful to look at, and there were red marks along her neck.

The longer he looked, the darker the storm in his eyes became.

The nurse applied the ointment with trembling hands, terrified out of her mind.

She was supposed to be on call for the emergency ward tonight and had no idea what was happening upstairs. But regardless of the situation, an empty nurse’s station meant severe negligence. And if there was anything more sinister involved… given this man’s identity, those nurses were in for absolute hell.