NovelStartChapter 131
He was so spooked that he slammed the gas pedal, making the car swerve wildly and crash into the guardrail.
Jumping out of the car, he watched the massive truck that hadn't bothered to stop as it disappeared down the
road, sending a chill down his spine. Suddenly, the nurse's words from earlier that day echoed in his mind.
This had to be Quinn's doing. Quinn wanted him silenced for good!
As he stood there, completely at a loss, a soothing female voice cut through his panic.
It was Clara.
Earlier at the hospital, Clara had masked her voice to sound deeper, but now she was using her natural tone.
"Hey there, are you alright?"
Clara's car was parked nearby, seemingly stopping out of genuine concern.
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Dr. Gribble saw her face and froze-she was Quinn's sister!
He quickly adjusted his glasses, his lips trembling. "I'm okay. I'm okay. Thanks for asking."
Clara nodded, her brow furrowed as she glanced toward the truck's disappearing taillights. "These truck drivers
are getting out of hand. If you hadn't swerved in time, it could've been a disaster. You're lucky you avoided it."
Dr. Gribble felt like a deer caught in headlights, his mind buzzing with fear.
Clara asked gently, "Need a lift to the hospital? You don't look too good."
"No, no thanks. I'm a doctor myself."
He didn't want to linger around Clara, knowing she was the victim of the whole miscarriage.
Clara smiled warmly. "Alright, take care. Wait here for the cops; that truck driver will definitely face some
consequences."
Dr. Gribble felt a stab of guilt at her kindness and couldn't meet her eyes.
Clara drove off, confident that she'd done enough. This guy would surely piece it together and realize Quinn had
orchestrated a hit.
Dr. Gribble waited for what felt like an eternity until the police arrived and called him and the truck driver over.
The moment he saw the truck driver, his knees nearly gave out.
The guy was huge, and rough-looking-definitely not someone you'd want to mess with!
He had to be one of Quinn's hires.
Dr. Gribble couldn't even bring himself to look at the truck driver.
Meanwhile, the truck driver locked eyes with him, like a hunter eyeing its prey.
Dr. Gribble was a stickler for the rules and a bit of an old-school guy. He only ended up helping Quinn under
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were saying.
As he was about to leave, he heard footsteps behind him-it was the truck driver, following him!
He was sure the man intended to silence him for good!
Terrified, he flagged down a passing taxi and practically dove in, vanishing in a flash.
The truck driver stood there, his fierce expression disappearing.
Clara emerged from behind a nearby tree. Her face lit up with a smile. "You did fantastic."
The truck driver was an actor she'd hired at the last minute. With his naturally imposing build and a scar by his
mouth, he certainly looked the part.
He scratched his short hair. "I have no idea why he got so scared."
Clara chuckled, watching Dr. Gribble's retreating taxi. She had a hunch he wouldn't be catching any sleep
tonight.
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