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.

secluded area, the place seemed serene, yet an eerie stillness lingered. A drop of sweat tickled his eyebrow as he cautiously approached, his every footfall echoing in the

the back of his neck bristled

nerves.

the house was shrouded in an unsettling stillness, a haunting silence that gripped Timothy’s

the oppressive silence. There was no response, only the echo of his

be lingering. Timothy’s grip tightened around the gun, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him as he navigated the dimly lit rooms, his eyes scanning for any sign of Evie or danger.

a step into the unknown despite his previous visits. The silence only amplified

where are you?” Timothy’s voice rang out, an urgent plea. But the only response was

Timothy cautiously descended the stairs into the dimly lit basement, an eerie sensation swept over him. The faint glow of monitors and cameras flickered in the shadows. His eyes

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

that he felt a sudden tug at his ankle, a desperate grasp that jolted him

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Chapter 232

to find a feeble hand clutching his

owner.

skin and the anguish etched on her face. She struggled to speak, her voice barely a whisper, as if each

voice trembled with concern as he crouched down beside her.

labored. She attempted to respond, but

desperately searching for any sign of Evie or Bruce. Panic surged through him as he

the stairs, he carried her to

rummaged through her home for any makeshift first aid supplies. He found a large blanket

eyes pleading for

her unable to respond, her breaths growing shallower with

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

are,” Timothy pleaded, his voice tinged with at sense of urgency and