Chapter 265: Target Marked
There was a long, heavy silence in the room. Clyde leaned forward on a sofa and took a mineral water. With a graceful flick of his wrist, he twisted the cap open and took a slow sip. His gaze remained lowered, but something in his posture shifted. A thought occurred to him.
"So," he said slowly, breaking the quiet. "Why was she transferred all of a sudden? Was there a complication? An argument?"
He swirled the bottle absentmindedly in his hand as he spoke, watching the water move. Clyde didn’t know why Micah had picked a fight with the heir of the Durant family. He had heard some rumours, that they had manipulated a patient’s access to a rare medicine. But he couldn’t piece together the full story.
The director gave a short, awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah... I heard her attending doctor was behind it," he said, carefully choosing his words. "Apparently, he used his family’s business to humiliate the patient’s son."
Clyde paused. "What do you mean?"
The director leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice as if someone might be eavesdropping through the walls.
"Well, my wife’s friends work over at the Queen’s hospital," he began, his voice full of disdain. "They said the doctor was some kind of mysophobe freak. A real control-freak lunatic. Even though he was the only heir of the Durant family, he was tossed aside by the family to work in a public hospital because of that."
Clyde’s brows furrowed.
The director clicked his tongue and continued, his face twisting in disgust. "There is a talk he swings that way... and he has a taste for boys. Young ones. Ugh... such a disgusting man.... Can you imagine? He had his eye on the patient’s son, tried to seduce him, dominate him, or something just as vile. These days, I swear, young people are really something else..."
Clyde’s grip on the mineral bottle tightened. A small crackling sound escaped as his fingers curled tighter around it. "You mean Silas Durant?" he asked flatly, voice low.