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.

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

hairs on the back of his neck bristled with

nerves.

interior of the house was shrouded in an unsettling stillness, a haunting silence that gripped Timothy’s senses. His heart raced in his chest, a mixture of dread and determination

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

someone had to be lingering. Timothy’s grip tightened around the gun, a surge

step into the unknown despite his

rang out, an urgent plea. But the only response was

an eerie sensation swept over him. The faint glow of monitors and cameras flickered in the shadows. His eyes darted around, searching the dark room.

felt heavy with an unsettling stillness, punctuated only by the hum of electronic equipment. As Timothy approached the setup

that he felt a sudden tug at his ankle,

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clutching his leg,

owner.

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

Bruce…” Timothy’s voice trembled with concern as he crouched down beside

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

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

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

Stella on the ground 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 pressure to stem the

was urgent, his eyes pleading for any

Stella’s weakened state rendered her unable to respond, her breaths

gnawed at Timothy’s resolve as he continued his attempts to staunch the bleeding. Time seemed to blur as he worked fervently, his heart

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