Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty novel Chapter 759

To someone like Boris, who saw himself as superior to nearly everyone, Kate was nothing more than an insignificant commoner.

But when it came to the Hendersons, she was a convenient pawn.

If Boris had approached Harold directly, Harold would have been suspicious. But with Kate acting as the intermediary—a relative, no less—it all seemed perfectly reasonable.

Even so, Yolanda couldn't quite discern Boris' true intentions yet.

If his goal was to target her and use the Hendersons as leverage, he could have easily made a direct move. Why go through such a roundabout method?

Unless approaching Harold served some other purpose as well.

While Yolanda was still trying to extract more useful information from Kate, her phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the screen. Dunstan was calling.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Ms. Henderson, something's happened at the clinic! Can you come back right away?"

Yolanda's expression immediately turned serious. "What happened?"

Daniel, Knox, and the others were usually stationed around Titan Alley. If something had gone wrong at the clinic, they should have been able to handle it.

For Dunstan to call her directly, it had to be something severe.

"It's strange. You'll understand when you get here," Dunstan said hesitantly. His tone was unsettled.

"I'm on my way."

Yolanda ended the call without hesitation. She shoved past Kate and began striding quickly toward the retreat's exit.

"Hey! How dare you push me, you lowlife! You—!"

Kate's screeching insults echoed after her, but Yolanda didn't even glance back. She kept walking, and with her brisk pace, she left Kate behind in moments.

Once outside, Yolanda hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of Willow Creek Clinic.

Twenty minutes later, when Yolanda walked into the clinic's front hall, she found it eerily empty. There wasn't a single patient in sight.

What she saw made her gasp.

There was a corpse in the well.

"When was this discovered?" she asked sharply. Her eyes flicked to the group standing behind her. Their faces told the story—shock, unease, and a barely concealed undercurrent of fear.

"Just a little while ago. One of the new staff members came out to draw water to wash some linens," Dunstan said. His voice was heavy.

"She's fresh out of nursing school, a young girl. She was terrified when she saw it. Started screaming, crying… completely hysterical. I gave her a sedative, and she's resting in one of the side rooms now," he explained.

Dunstan had acted quickly, partly to shield the girl from lasting trauma, and partly to prevent the news from spreading too soon and causing unnecessary panic.

"You handled it well," Yolanda said.

For something this shocking, Dunstan had kept his composure admirably.

"Ms. Henderson, what should we do about this?" Dunstan asked, looking to her for direction.