My Daughter Booked My Surgery To Inherit My Estate — But I Woke Up Early

Part 2

I pressed my hand against my aching stomach and forced my trembling legs to carry me back toward my dark room.

Every single step felt like walking through thick, heavy mud as panic completely consumed my racing mind.

I finally slipped back into my cold hospital bed just moments before the heavy door slowly creaked open.

I quickly squeezed my eyes shut and intentionally slowed my erratic breathing, desperately pretending to be deeply asleep.

I heard the soft, familiar click of Megan’s expensive designer heels approaching the side of my bed.

She stood perfectly still beside me for what felt like an absolute eternity, her dark shadow falling across my trembling face.

I could literally feel her cold, calculating eyes staring down at my helpless, supposedly sleeping body.

She gently brushed a stray lock of gray hair away from my sweaty forehead with a deceptively tender touch.

Then she simply turned on her heel and quietly walked right out of the dark room without saying a single word.

The very second the wooden door finally clicked shut, I forcefully threw the thin hospital blankets off my shaking body.

I absolutely knew I had to get out of this terrifying death trap before the digital clock struck three.

I frantically searched my small bedside drawer, but my personal cell phone and my leather wallet were completely gone.

Megan must have secretly taken all my personal belongings to ensure I was completely cut off from the outside world.

Just as I was about to quietly sneak back out into the deserted hallway, a young nurse quietly entered my room.

I instantly recognized her from my morning admission as a sweet, compassionate girl named Sarah.

She held a small plastic cup of pills and gave me a warm, genuinely kind smile.

I immediately grabbed her slender arm, my wide eyes silently begging her for desperate, immediate help.

I urgently whispered the terrifying, unbelievable truth about Dr.

Higgins and my murderous daughter’s sinister plot.

I fully expected her to dismiss my frantic words as a wild, drug-induced post-surgery hallucination.

Instead, the bright color completely drained from Sarah’s youthful face, leaving her looking absolutely terrified.

She quickly closed the heavy room door and locked it securely from the inside with a loud, final click.

She pulled a rolling chair close to my bed and leaned in to whisper directly into my ear.

She tearfully confessed that her own beloved mother had mysteriously died in this exact same hospital wing just last year.

She revealed that her mother had also been one of Dr.

Higgins’ supposedly healthy, recovering elderly patients.

Sarah quietly admitted she had always secretly suspected foul play but absolutely no one would ever believe a junior nurse over the respected hospital director.

Tears streamed down her pale cheeks as she fully realized my horrifying story confirmed her darkest, most terrible fears.

She swore on her own life that she would not let this evil monster kill another innocent mother tonight.

Sarah hurriedly pulled a heavy wool doctor’s coat from the nearby closet and forcefully shoved it into my shaking hands.

She ordered me to put it on immediately to hide my revealing, flimsy hospital gown.

She quickly explained a secret route down the back utility stairwell that safely bypassed the main security cameras.

My heart pounded relentlessly against my bruised ribs as I clumsily slipped my trembling arms into the oversized white coat.

I glanced nervously at the glowing wall clock, seeing it was now incredibly close to two-forty.

I needed to escape tonight, but who could I trust to get me out alive?