The door to Kiara's hospital room burst open, drawing the attention of all occupants. A tall, well-dressed man strode in, his piercing gaze sweeping the room.
"Well, well, if it isn't the illustrious Davis clan," the man drawled, a sardonic smile curling his lips. "And look, dear old Dad's golden boy is here too. How...touching."
Mike's jaw tightened as he recognized the newcomer. "David," he said, his voice laced with thinly veiled contempt. "I should have known you'd show your face sooner or later."
Evelyn stepped forward, her brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm sorry, but who are you? And how did you get in here?"
David chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the Davises with a predatory gleam. "Oh, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself - I'm David Robinson, the prodigal son and black sheep of the family. And as for how I got in..." He paused, flashing a wad of cash. "Let's just say I have my ways."
Lawrence's eyes narrowed. "This is a private hospital room. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, Mr. Robinson."
David's smile only widened. "Oh, I don't think so, Mr. Davis. You see, I have a score to settle, and I intend to see it through, no matter who gets in my way."
Kiara, who had been silent up until this point, spoke up, her voice trembling. "What do you want from us?"
David's gaze landed on her, and his expression softened, almost mockingly. "Why, my dear Kiara, I'm here to help you, of course. After all, we're practically family, aren't we?"
Mike stepped forward, placing himself between Kiara and his half-brother. "Cut the crap, David. What are you really after?"
David's eyes gleamed with malice. "What am I after? Revenge, dear brother. Revenge against our dear old dad and his precious legacy. And you're all going to help me get it."
Evelyn's eyes widened in alarm. "Revenge? What on earth are you talking about?"
David's smile turned predatory. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough. But for now, let's just say I have a few...surprises in store for the Robinson empire. And you all are going to be the unwitting players in my little game."
Lawrence moved to stand beside Mike, his posture protective. "I won't allow you to threaten this family, Mr. Robinson. If you don't leave immediately, I'll have no choice but to call the authorities."
David let out a bark of laughter. "The authorities? Oh, please, Mr. Davis. Do you really think they can stop me? I have resources, connections, and a burning desire for payback that not even your precious law enforcement can contain."
Kiara's voice trembled as she spoke up. "Please, Mr. Robinson, whatever grievance you have, this isn't the way to resolve it. We're all victims here, caught in the crossfire of your family's feud."
David's gaze softened, almost imperceptibly, as he looked at Kiara. "Oh, my dear Kiara, you have no idea how right you are. But don't worry, I have no intention of harming you. In fact, you may be the key to my revenge."
Mike's eyes narrowed. "Over my dead body. I won't let you use Kiara as a pawn in your twisted game."
David's smile widened. "Oh, but you don't have a choice, dear brother. You see, I have something you all want – information that could help solve the murder in the Davis garden."
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The room fell silent, the tension palpable. Kiara's eyes widened, and she gripped the bedsheets tightly.
David continued, his voice dripping with false concern. "And I'm willing to share that information...for a price, of course."
Lawrence stepped forward, his expression grim. "What do you want, Mr. Robinson?"
David's gaze swept the room, his smile widening. "Oh, I think you all know exactly what I want. And if you want to keep your precious family safe, you'll give it to me."
The stage was set for a high-stakes confrontation, with the fate of the Davis family hanging in the balance. As David's sinister plans began to unfold, Mike and the Davises found themselves trapped in a web of deceit and betrayal, forced to make impossible choices that would test the very foundations of their loyalties.
The tension in the room was palpable as David Robinson's words hung in the air, his sinister intentions casting a dark shadow over the already fragile situation. Kiara's heart raced, her mind reeling from this unexpected and unwelcome development.
Mike stepped forward, his posture tense and protective as he shielded Kiara from his half-brother's predatory gaze. "What do you want, David?" he demanded, his voice laced with barely contained fury.
David's lips curled into a sardonic smile, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. "Why, dear brother, I simply want what's rightfully mine – the Robinson family legacy. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to claim it."
Evelyn's brow furrowed with concern as she moved to stand beside Lawrence. "This is madness, Mr. Robinson. Our family has no quarrel with you. Whatever grievances you have, surely there is a more reasonable way to resolve them."
David let out a derisive laugh, his gaze sweeping over the Davises with disdain. "Reasonable? You think I've spent all these years watching our dear father lavish his affection and resources on you, the golden children, while I was left to fend for myself, and you expect me to be reasonable?"
Lawrence's expression hardened. "We had no part in your father's decisions, Mr. Robinson. You cannot hold us responsible for the sins of others."
"Can't I?" David retorted, his eyes narrowing. "You're all part of this twisted legacy, whether you like it or not. And I intend to tear it all down, starting with you."
Kiara's voice trembled as she spoke up, her gaze pleading. "Please, Mr. Robinson, there must be another way. Revenge will only breed more pain and suffering. Surely, there is something we can do to resolve this peacefully."
David's expression softened, almost imperceptibly, as his gaze settled on Kiara. "Oh, my dear Kiara, if only it were that simple. But you see, my thirst for vengeance runs too deep to be quenched by mere words."
He paused, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous calculation. "However, I may be willing to reconsider...if you were to help me."