chapter 119

The Threat Within

Sam's Pov

The sterile scent of disinfectant lingered in the air as I stepped into the dimly lit private meeting room at the Asher Hospital. Dr. Fenton sat nervously at the edge of his chair, his fingers twitching as he adjusted his glasses. His pale complexion and the dark circles under his eyes betrayed the weight he'd been carrying. 

I closed the door behind me, locking it with a soft click. Jonathan stood guard outside, ensuring our conversation remained private. The tension in the room was palpable as I took a seat across from the doctor. 

"Dr. Fenton," I began, my voice calm but firm, "you and I both know why we're here." 

He avoided my gaze, staring at the table as though it held the answers to his internal turmoil. 

"You admitted to tampering with the DNA results," I continued. "Now, I need you to tell me everything. No more lies, no more half-truths. Who ordered you to do it?"