Aaron Cole
I didn’t waste time.
Within two hours, my men had brought Dr. Ellis to my private office in the east wing of the mansion. She sat in the chair across from my desk, visibly nervous, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The same woman who had examined Laura twice.
I sat behind the desk, leaning back in my chair, calm and composed. My fingers tapped slowly on the wooden surface as I stared at her without blinking.
“Dr. Ellis,” I began, my voice low and ice-cold. “I’m going to ask you once. What did you inject into Laura today?”
She swallowed hard but tried to keep her professional mask on.
“It was a standard regenerative cocktail, Mr. Cole. Nothing unusual. I explained that to your… wife earlier.”
I smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant smile.
“Wrong answer.”
I pressed a button on
