She Tried to Shut Me Down But He Was Running on Me Chapter 08

She Tried to Shut Me Down But He Was Running on Me Chapter 08

The first surveillance footage streamed across the main screen.

The footage showed Charlotte entering my intensive care suite, browsing my medical billing records, and dismissing the night nursing staff.

She then unplugged my brainwave transmission cable without hesitation.

Emergency alarms blared instantly.

I dropped to my knees on the floor, begging her to reconnect the cable.

She simply silenced the blaring alarms with cold indifference.

A collective, sharp intake of breath came from the Wade family contingent.

The screen switched to a second clip.

Dylan burst into the room, urgently warning Charlotte that Blaine’s life hung in the balance.

Charlotte rejected the incoming call from the Middle Eastern medical team and froze all access permissions for the neural engineering division.

Blaine’s hollow, cold voice cut through the room.

“That was the first emergency alert from the resuscitation team.”

“Had she answered it, Mia would never have needed to undergo surgery.”

Charlotte shook her head frantically, desperate to defend herself.

“No, I thought at the time—”

Blaine refused to grant her any chance to explain.

The third surveillance video began to play.

It captured her forcing my mouth open and shoving sleeping pills down my throat.

The screen split into two displays, simultaneously showing Blaine’s real-time consciousness waveform from that night.

Every time my brainwave activity declined, his golden waveform fractured and destabilized.

The moment she ripped the anchor chip from my neck, Blaine’s consciousness cloud flatlined completely, the screen falling into total blackness.

Gerald’s composure finally shattered.

He turned sharply toward his daughter, his voice lowered and frigid.

“Charlotte, you never told me you drugged her.”

Charlotte broke, a mess of frantic irritation and despair.

“I thought she couldn’t sleep!”

Dylan let out a bitter, mocking laugh.

“So you used her life for your reckless experiment?”

Blaine lifted a hand, cutting the argument short.

The footage on the screen switched instantly.

This time, the displays no longer showed surveillance from the medical tower.

Page after page of internal Wade Group confidential documents unfolded across the screen.

Gerald’s pupils contracted violently.

“Blaine Ford, what is the meaning of this?”

Blaine’s tone remained steady and unshaken.

“For the past five years, Wade Medical has exported neural monitoring equipment overseas with tampered core sensors, falsified certification credentials, and fabricated clinical trial data.”

“I have been investigating your supply chain for two full years.”

Gerald shot abruptly to his feet, face twisted with rage and panic.

“Do you dare, Blaine? Three of Ford’s major overseas projects rely entirely on Wade supply channels!”

“Move against me, and none of those projects will ever launch!”

Blaine replied in an unwavering, calm tone.

“Regulatory authorities are already on their way.”

“All overseas Wade corporate accounts were frozen ten minutes ago.”

The elevator doors at the end of the hallway slid open.

Financial investigation officers and regulatory task force members marched into the conference room in formation.

Genuine panic finally crashed over Gerald.

“Blaine! Our families are bound by an engagement! You cannot do this!”

Blaine glanced indifferently in his direction.

“An engagement?”

“It ceased to exist the second Charlotte laid hands on Mia.”

Charlotte stumbled forward, pressing frantically against the screen.

“Blaine, I’m sorry!”

“I truly regret everything!”

“You can’t do this to me! I’m your fiancée!”

Blaine stared down at her, his eyes empty of every trace of emotion.

“You should consider yourself fortunate that Mia survived.”

“If she had died, you would not be standing here begging for mercy.”

He turned toward the legal counsel standing at the side.

“Charge Charlotte Wade with attempted intentional homicide, unauthorized intrusion into classified medical systems, and deliberate sabotage of life-sustaining equipment.”

“Press full legal charges against all involved personnel.”

As the officers led her away, Charlotte completely shattered.

She screamed my name, tears streaming, her voice raw.

“Mia!”

“Wake up! Please, say something for me!”

“I didn’t mean to hurt anyone!”

I lay motionless inside the adjacent neural recovery pod, giving no response.

Once, she had dismissed every plea I made as a deliberate performance.

Now, it was finally her turn to understand the crushing despair of screaming into total silence.