The Marvelous Elijah's Return

Read The Marvelous Elijah’s Return by Rever Chapter 150 Elijah Maxwell

The hospital was so quiet at midnight as Cora walked down the hallway, and the closer she got to

Elijah‘s room, she could hear her heart pounding loudly in her ears, seeing all the men standing in line,

guarding the room.

‘Mother didn‘t tell me that this place was going to be swamped with his bodyguards... I feel like I am

about to assassinate a president or something.‘ Cora mumbled in her head, adjusting the mask on her

face to make sure no one recognized her. When she got to the door, she hesitated, wondering if any of

them were going to stop her. But when no one said a word, she pushed the door open, walking calmly

into the room, suppressing the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach.

After she shut the door behind her, she turned to see Elijah lying on his back, his face away from her,

directed at the right wall, and the pillows that his head wasn‘t resting on, blocking his face from her view.

Knowing time was not on her side, she walked over to the bedside, focusing only on his hand with the

intent to get it done quickly so she could be out before the side effect of the drugs kicked into his body

once she injected him. ‘What‘s a waste of money, hiring all these fools just to die in such a simple way.‘

Cora laughed in her head, resting a kit down, and taking an injection out of it. ‘Damn... Why is it so

quiet?‘ Quickly, she rubbed cotton on his hand, picking a random vein on the back of his hand, and

slowly, she inserted the needle into his skin. But before she could sink it deep, her heart jumped in her

chest when he suddenly woke up, grabbing her hand. Immediately, she went into the state of “flight or

fight,” and she fought, trying to push it into his vein hastily, but he was faster in yanking it out of his skin.

Desperate to finish what she had started, Cora rushed for another injection from the kit, blocking out his

voice and not paying attention to his face but his torso.

Not wanting to give up, she jumped him, rushed into the bed, and she and he got into a struggle over the

new syringe, wrestling on the sheets until he managed to grab her wrist and flip her over his legs,

straddling her waist, and before she could stab his neck with the needle, using her free hand, he held her

other wrist, twisting it toward her and puncturing the syringe into her neck, breathing heavily as she

stared down wide–eyed at him.

“You are not Elijah,” Cora whispered, finally meeting his eyes as he let go of her hand. “Who are you?

What have you done?” Even though Elijah and the guys over her had a lot of similarities, when he got off

her and Cora took a hard look at him, she could see that he was definitely not Elijah.

Slowly, she yanked the syringe out of her neck, seeing that it was empty, and she immediately scrambled

off the bed, moving back slowly, “No, no, no... What did you do?”

The guy took out a walkie–talkie and spoke into it, saying, “Chief, we have one suspect. A female... I

haven‘t seen her face yet because she‘s wearing a mask. But she tried to stab me with a syringe.”

“Okay... We are moving in.” Mr. Bamford‘s voice came over the talkie. “I‘m heading in now.” It took only a

minute for the door to bash open, and Mr. Bamford rushed in with a couple of officers with him, and Cora

saw his gun pointed at her head as he screamed, “Freeze!”

“Chief Bamford.” Cora tried to say, but it felt as if every muscle in her body had stiffened.

“Don‘t try to run. The hallway is crowded with policemen, so I will advise you to take off the mask and tell

me exactly who you are and what you are doing here because the last time I checked with Dr. Wilson,

Mr. Darius should not be getting any IVs or injections at this hour.” Mr. Bamford spoke coldly, and Cora

felt herself shrink under his intimidating gaze.

Darting her eyes around nervously, she knew from the number of men she saw in the hallway, making a

run for it was a useless move and would not help her case. “Oh my, how clumsy of me! This isn‘t room

7? I have a patient in that room that‘s in desperate need of this shot and I have to give it now. Can‘t be

wasting valuable time here when a man‘s life might be at stake because of my clumsiness,” Cora lied

through her teeth, taking a step for the bed to get the rest of the two syringes in the kit.

“Do not take another step and remove the mask now.” Mr. Bamford commanded in his same cold tone.

Eyeing his hand that was slowly reaching toward the gun trigger, Cora took a shaky breath, before

raising her hands and pulling the mask down, then she said, her voice soft, “I can explain.”

“The last time I checked Cora Hayes, you are not a nurse, but a CEO, so why are you here giving an

injection to Mr. Darius?” Mr. Bamford asked. ‘Mother, you idiot! What have you done to me?‘ Cora

scolded herself internally, trying to figure out what to do next. Looking over to the fellow standing in the

right corner, Mr. Bamford said, “Roldan, get doctor Wilson down here. I need him to test what‘s in these

syringes.”

Then he gave Cora a cold stare, saying, “Raise your hands where I can see it. Since you are being

investigated for suspicious activity, we are going to detain you until we can figure out what you wanted to

accomplish with these injections.”

“Chief, come on, since no one got hurt, can‘t we let this slide for the right price? You can and your men

can go home pocket full and I can sleep soundly in my bed tonight and not some filthy cell.” Cora cockily

said, knowing that she needed medical attention, but afraid to let the police find out what was in these

syringes. “I have my phone on me, so I can wire whatever your price is.”

Shaking his head like he pitied her idiocy, Mr. Bamford sighed and slowly took out his handcuff, saying,

“Well, you just got caught on camera bribing a policeman, so...” Immediately looking around, Cora felt the

effect of the drug kicking in, and after searching for a while, her eyes rested on a tiny red light going off

and on. ‘Mother, I swear, if you don‘t make Elijah and Peach pay for the headache they are causing this

family, I don‘t think I‘m going to forgive you.‘ Cora gritted her teeth as Mr. Bamford walked over to her.

Suddenly, her heart started beating really wild, and she knew what was happening, even

though she was trying to play off the symptoms, her body betrayed her and her breathing became

shallow as she fought against his hold, struggling to breathe while he tried to handcuff her and then she

suddenly dropped hard to the cold floor.

“GET A DOCTOR NOW!” Mr. Bamford screamed at his subordinate.

As the breeze gently blew the curtains, Peach stood at the window, watching the moon with her phone

clutched in her grip. A soft breath escaped her lips before her ringtone interrupted the peace in the room,

and she immediately answered, “Chief Bamford,”

“Sorry for doubting you... You do know your family. Cora was caught attempting to murder the

doppelganger we put in the hospital bed in place of Elijah.” Mr. Bamford‘s voice echoed in the speaker.

As her emotions awakened, Peach closed her eyes, trying to calm herself, her hands fisting tightly

against her nightgown as she thought about how she would have been grieving her husband by now if

she had overlooked how dark the evil surrounding her was.

“The syringe was full with a high dose of Amphetamines. Which is illegal... A High dose like that can

cause irregular heartbeat, loss of coordination, and collapse, and if injected, it can create a sudden

increase in blood pressure that can result in very high fever, or heart failure and death. Which is what

Cora wanted to happen to Elijah. She had four of them to inject him with.” Mr. Bamford explained further,

and Peach held her breath.

“They were really going to kill him,” She finally whispered, closing her eyes as she let the tears escape

from her eyelids, and fall onto her cheeks. “Cora got into a fight with the doppelganger and he stabbed

her with one of them in the neck Right now, she is in critical condition, and seeking treatment.”

“I see,”

“If you still want to file the attempted murder charges against her, you can come over later today to get

the paperwork done. With the evidence we have, there‘s a solid case to make.”

“I will be there.”

A soft groan made Peach turn around to stare at the bed, watching her husband slowly rub his eyes, and

then she whispered, “I got to go. Elijah is finally awake.” “Okay. Tell him to reach me once he‘s well

enough for deep conversation.” Mr. Bamford said before the call ended. “Babe?!” Elijah whispered, the

pain from his bruised ribs still hurting like hell.

Rushing from the window, Peach hurried towards his bedside and sat down, mumbling,” Don‘t sit up. We

had to move you home because your life was in danger, and I felt like you were safe nowhere else, but

here.” Stopping himself from lifting his body, Elijah frowned at the thought that his life was in danger and

then asked, “What happened within the twenty–four hours that I was out for?” There was a brief silence,

the only sound in the room being their steady breathing, and Peach lowered her head to avoid his gaze,

before quietly mumbling, “The media is scared to go against the Senator and the Astor, so they are

dragging your name in the mud. Umm... Cora tried to kill you by injecting you with four syringes of

Amphetamines, but thankfully Mr.

Elgah Maxwell

Bamford and his men were the ones in the hospital and not you.” “Wait, what?! Babe, rewind.” Elijah

gasped, pushing himself upwards slightly to look at her in surprise, hissing in pain. “I was restless leaving

you in the hospital alone for a night, even if your bodyguard were there because of how my dad and

grandfather died. So, I cried on Mr. Bamford to watch your room while you were unconscious. But he

suggested that we still had to move you for your safety since we didn‘t know what to expect because I

was just going with my gut feeling.” “So your gut feeling was right. The Hayes strike.” “Yes. Who knew

they were going to attempt tonight.” “You did, Babe.”

“But what if I didn‘t... What if...”

Looking away from Elijah, Peach suppressed her tears, her fingers trembling violently as she looked

back at him, “If I hadn‘t, you might have died, and I don‘t ever want to lose you... never. You‘re my whole

world, Elijah Darius, and I am afraid of living without you. It is so scary to think about it.”

Eyes widening, Elijah‘s breath hitched as he stared at her, his chest constricting painfully at her words.

Then he reached out and tenderly caressed her cheek, his finger lightly grazing her lips, and then he

said, “Elijah Maxwell... Peach, my full name is Elijah Maxwell, not Darius.”

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