Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 172 Annabelle's POV I found out Elise was still in the hospital by accident. I was walking down the corridor when I overheard two nurses talking about a blonde patient in room 304 who was being "difficult." One of them said the name Elise, and my blood boiled. While Zoey was meeting Matt for the first time, Elise was in the same hospital, probably pretending to be the victim. I couldn't hold back. I had to see her. I had to look her in the eyes and get the truth. I went up to the third floor during visiting hours, when the halls were busiest and I could slip by unnoticed.

Room 304 was at the end of the corridor, cut off from the others. Perfect. I knocked softly and went in without waiting. Elise was propped up in bed, scrolling through her phone, an arm bandaged and a few scratches on her face, but visibly better than my sister had been. When she saw me, her expression shifted instantly into a mask of fake sympathy. "Annie!" she said, trying to sound surprised and cordial. "So good to see you. How is Zoey?" "Pretending to care now?" I replied, closing the door and leaning against it.

"How touching." "I don't know what you're talking about," Elise said, trying for an innocent tone. "It was a terrible accident. I got hurt too, as you can see." "Of course you got hurt," I said, moving closer to the bed. "After all, you tumbled down the stairs too. The difference is you pushed my sister first." Elise's mask slipped for a fraction of a second before she put it back on. "That's a very serious accusation, Annie. I would never do something like that." "You would never?" I laughed without humor. "The same person who sabotaged the Kensington business?

"Elise, dear," I said, my voice sweet but poisoned. "We're alone here. You can stop pretending. Why did you push my sister?" "I didn't push anyone," Elise insisted, but there was a nervous edge to her voice now. "You wanted to kill her,

Zoey see, Elise?" For a moment Elise was silent, clearly processing. 1/3 "She...

too much curiosity can be dangerous." Then it clicked. The way she spoke, the way she avoided moving, how she held her right arm. "Oh my God," I whispered as the pieces fell into place. "You can't, can you?" "Can't what?" Elise asked, but now there

smiling, but there was nothing warm about it. "And you know what? I

over nothing." "Fuss?" My voice rose a notch. "She almost died! The baby almost died! You destroyed one of the most important moments of her life!" "Accidents happen," Elise shrugged. Her coldness only made me angrier, "I'm not going to tell Zoey," I said, laughing. "I'll