Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy

Chapter 2 Hector Hilton Awakens

Six years later, Elizabeth sped to Mistwood’s Ferguson Hospital in her secondhand Carter. It was ten o’clock at night.

She hastily parked her car in front of the hospital entrance despite the security guard’s warnings.

Elizabeth lifted her daughter from the front passenger seat and dashed into the hospital.

The security guard failed to stop her from entering the hospital, and he barked, “Just wait till I clamp your car. Let’s see what you’ll do then!”

Bare-footed and still clad in her pajamas, Elizabeth couldn’t think straight. She could hardly hear a thing. Instead, she ran to the emergency department with her daughter in her arms. Her whole body shook with anxiety.

“Doctor, please, you have to save my daughter. Her temperature is so high that she’s seizing up!” Elizabeth pleaded tearfully.

A doctor hurriedly took the child from her arms and reassured her, “You can wait outside. We’ll treat her right away.”

Then, a nurse led Elizabeth out of the emergency room and said, “You can make payment first. Here’s the receipt. Your daughter will need to be warded for observation, possibly in the ICU.”

several times and pleaded, “Okay. Please save

the fever damages her brain? She could not bring herself to imagine the worst possible outcome. Instead, she headed to the cashier, tears blurring her

then, hurried footsteps drifted from the hospital entrance. A group of suit-clad men entered the hospital. The tallest

a black coat ironed to perfection, making him seem even

sharp features and a pair of piercing, black eyes, the man exuded a mysterious

path

the cashier. They bumped into each other, and Elizabeth teetered, losing her balance. With a slight

and Elizabeth shivered involuntarily at the sight of his icy

in the deep of winter, and I can hardly feel the chill. Why am I shivering under his gaze? What the heck is he made

Hilton righted Elizabeth to her feet and said

elevator. She collected her wits then and turned

bumped

turned his gaze to her, only

old-fashioned pajamas she wore, her swollen, tear-streaked

door closed, cutting short his