Chapter 632: Are You in Trouble?
Hayley’s POV:
“I’m leaving the organization.”
Just two minutes after I sent that, a flood of messages appeared on my screen.
“Where are you?” “Are you in trouble?” “Don’t do anything hasty. Come back to headquarters. The organization will protect you.”
I stared at the screen, my expression growing colder with each incoming message. This wasn’t Dominic on the other side! Dominic was well aware of my deep connection to SI. If I had even joked about quitting, he would have laughed it off and teased me. He would never have responded so urgently.
So, who was this person? Had they taken over SI? Or had Dominic been replaced somehow?
Trying not to raise suspicion, I quickly typed back, “Personal issues. Bye.” After sending the message, I shut down the app, upgraded my anti-tracking software, and powered off my laptop.
I couldn’t understand who would dare to target SI so effectively—let alone succeed. Anyone with real skill would know about my position as the Alpha of the Shadow Pack, and the powerful ties I had with SI. SI already had considerable strength, but my Shadow Pack was no less formidable, with elite Beta warriors trained in secret. If someone was shaking up SI, then they weren’t to be taken lightly! I also saw that the enemy had placed tracking orders on core members. I had every reason to believe that the person who had tried to deceive me by posing as Dominic was plotting something more dangerous against me. For now, though, they lacked the means to bypass my anti-tracking systems. Still, this was a warning. I had to be ready for what lay ahead.
The following morning, the Sanders’ car rolled up to the Carsons’ front door. A private nurse carefully transferred Peter onto a special emergency gurney, wheeling him into the house and bringing him to the room. This was the first time Peter had clearly seen my face. Maybe my appearance took him by surprise, because he just stared at me for a long moment, unmoving. When our eyes met, he quickly turned his gaze away.
“Hayley, sorry for troubling you,” Peter said, trying to lift his head slightly. I moved toward him, gently supporting his head as I said softly, “Lic town.” Peter nodded and obeyed, reclining back onto the bed. The nurse began removing his outer clothing, covering his lower body with a towel for modesty. I let Hera scent Peter’s aura, confirming that his condition was treatable. Then, I set my needles on the nearby table. Selecting one, I held it up for a moment, glancing at Peter. “This will hurt a little. Try to bear with it.”
“Sure,” Peter responded, gritting his teeth as he braced himself. I swiftly inserted the needle into various points along his lower body. As the silver needles slid into his skin, Peter’s legs began to react. A cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and when the last needle was placed, he let out a loud, painful cry. He continued to groan, writhing slightly, but there was a faint look of relief in his eyes. Despite the agony, he knew this was a sign that his legs might regain feeling. I stood quietly, observing as the blood beneath his skin began to circulate more freely, allowing the healing to begin.
“Hold on a bit longer. Once the blood flows properly, you’ll be able to stand,” I reassured him. Peter didn’t respond; his teeth were clenched, and his eyes squeezed shut. I understood he was trying to maintain his dignity, unwilling to show any sign of weakness. I worked swiftly, doing everything I could to help him. But eventually, he lost consciousness.
“Mr. Peter! Mr. Peter!” the nurse shouted in panic, his voice so loud that it caused Virginia to rush into the room. “Peter! What happened to Peter?!” Virginia exclaimed, running to the side of the bed. Seeing Peter unconscious, she grabbed my hand urgently. “Michelle, is he going to die? Peter won’t die, will he?”