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.

seemed serene, yet an eerie stillness lingered. A drop of sweat tickled his eyebrow as he cautiously

back of his neck

nerves.

stillness, a haunting silence that gripped Timothy’s senses. His heart raced in his chest, a mixture of dread and determination pushing him

out softly, the sound of his own voice breaking the oppressive silence. There was no response, only the echo of his words reverberating through the empty corridors.

house seemed deserted, yet he 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 the dimly lit rooms, his eyes scanning for

a step into the unknown despite his previous visits.

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

into the dimly lit basement, an eerie sensation swept over him. The faint glow of monitors and cameras flickered

the hum of electronic equipment. As Timothy approached the setup of cameras and screens, a sense of foreboding crept into his

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

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down to find a feeble hand clutching his leg, its

owner.

on the ground, her weakened state evident from the pallor of her skin and the anguish etched on her face. She struggled

voice trembled with concern as he crouched

weakly, her breaths shallow and labored. She attempted to respond, but her words were swallowed by large gasps of air.

Timothy scanned the room, desperately searching for any sign of Evie or Bruce. Panic surged through him as he realized the gravity of the situation–Evie was

urgency, he gently lifted Stella into his arms, ignoring her feeble protests. Ascending the stairs, he carried her to

supplies. He found a large blanket and pressed

eyes pleading for any

state rendered her unable to respond,

as he continued his attempts to staunch the bleeding. Time seemed to blur as he worked fervently, his heart pounding with a mix of

me where Evie and Bruce are,” Timothy pleaded, his voice tinged with at sense