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.

an eerie stillness lingered. A drop of sweat tickled his

The hairs on the back of his neck

nerves.

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

oppressive silence. There was no response, only

Timothy’s grip tightened around the gun, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him

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

urgent plea. But the only response was the hollow echo of his own words, bouncing off

basement, an eerie sensation swept over him. The faint glow

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

was then that he felt a sudden tug at his ankle,

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to find a feeble hand clutching his leg, its trembling revealing the frailty of

owner.

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

he crouched down beside her. “Where

to respond, but her words were

any sign of Evie or Bruce. Panic surged through him as he realized the gravity of the

arms, ignoring her feeble protests. Ascending the stairs, he carried her

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 bleeding.

Bruce do this?” Timothy’s voice was urgent, his eyes pleading for any semblance of information. Where’s Evie?”

her unable to respond,

at Timothy’s resolve as he continued his attempts to staunch the bleeding. Time seemed to blur as he worked fervently, his heart pounding with a mix of desperation

have to tell me where Evie and Bruce are,” Timothy pleaded, his voice tinged with at