The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 232

TIMOTHY POV

Timothy gripped the steering wheel tightly, his foot pressing the accelerator, urging his car to go faster. The urgency to reach Evie burned within him, each passing mile heightening his anxiety.

The image of Evie’s desperate plea for help replayed in his mind, her voice trembling with fear. It was a haunting memory that drowned out any hesitations. He couldn’t risk her safety by involving others. This

was something he had to do alone.

Timothy clenched his jaw, trying to push away the doubts. She had been brave enough to drop him some clues before Bruce caught off all contact, but it had gotten him somewhere.

The speedometer needle edged further into the red zone as the car raced down the highway. His knuckles whitened against the steering wheel, his heart hammering with a mix of dread and

determination.

The cityscape whizzed by, giving way to desolate roads on the outskirts. The streets grew emptier, the surroundings more secluded–a stark contrast to the bustling city he had left behind.

Timothy’s phone buzzed incessantly with messages from Aria and Lucas, their concerns becoming more pronounced in their texts. But he couldn’t afford to be distracted. His only goal was to reach Evie and ensure her safety.

The uncertainty of what awaited him gnawed at his resolve. What if he was walking into a trap set by Bruce? Would Evie still be safe? The questions buzzed relentlessly in his mind, a constant companion to his racing thoughts.

He considered the gun he had brought along–an unfamiliar weight in his hands. It was a precaution, a desperate measure to protect Evie if things spiraled out of control. He had never held a gun before, but the fear of Bruce’s potential violence spurred him to arm himself.

The car sped along the highway, the scenery flashing past in a blur. Timothy’s mind raced with every possible scenario, each one ending with Evie’s safety. His grip on the steering wheel tightened.

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As he approached Stella’s address, Timothy’s instincts urged caution. He parked his car a distance down the street, choosing stealth over, haste to avoid drawing attention. With each step toward the home, a palpable tension hung in the air.

eerie stillness lingered. A drop of sweat tickled his eyebrow as he cautiously approached, his every footfall

back of his neck bristled with unease as he cautiously pushed

nerves.

in an unsettling stillness, a haunting silence that gripped Timothy’s senses. His

silence. There was

had the feeling something or someone had to be lingering. Timothy’s grip tightened around the gun, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him as he navigated

entered felt like a step into the unknown despite his

But the only response was

The faint glow of monitors and cameras

only by the hum of electronic equipment. As Timothy approached the setup of cameras and screens, a sense of

tug at his ankle, a desperate grasp that jolted him from

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looked down to find a feeble hand clutching his leg, its trembling revealing

owner.

anguish etched on her face. She struggled to speak, her voice barely a whisper, as if each word took a monumental effort.

voice trembled with concern as he crouched

breaths shallow and labored. She attempted to respond, but

or Bruce. Panic

lifted Stella into his arms, ignoring her feeble protests. Ascending the stairs, he carried her to the main floor of the house, his mind racing with a mixture of fear and determination.

gently, Timothy rummaged through her home for any makeshift first aid supplies. He found a large blanket and pressed it against Stella’s wound, applying

do this?” Timothy’s voice was urgent, his eyes pleading for

to respond, her breaths growing

Time seemed to blur as he worked fervently, his heart pounding with a mix of desperation and fear.

Bruce are,” Timothy pleaded, his voice tinged with at