Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Misguided Accusations

Meanwhile, in the private examination room, the doctor kept a firm gaze on Ashley, completely ignoring her protests.

"Miss Vane, I must insist on a full medical examination" said the doctor, his voice tight "Your injuries look incredibly severe, and we cannot let you leave without a proper evaluation" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He wasn’t exaggerating, either.

The trauma her body had endured was extensive.

Outside in the waiting area, the two security guards remained frozen in place, their eyes locked onto Alexander, who hadn’t moved an inch from his chair.

Five agonizing minutes ticked by before the automatic doors slid open, and two local police officers marched into the lobby, their hands resting on their holsters.

"Sir, do not resist" commanded the lead officer, stepping directly in front of Alexander "Stand up slowly"

"On what charges?" asked Alexander, his voice entirely devoid of emotion as he looked up

"Assault and domestic violence" stated the officer, pulling a pair of metal handcuffs from his belt "We received a report from the medical staff, let’s make this easy"

"You should speak with Ashley first" stated Alexander, keeping his hands relaxed on his lap "This is completely a misunderstanding"

Back in the back room, the doctor closed the privacy curtain.

"Please, take off your shirt so I can assess the damage" said the doctor to Ashley

Ashley swallowed hard, her hands shaking as she pulled her loose t-shirt over her head.

The doctor froze for a fraction of a second, his eyes involuntarily admiring the smooth contour of her firm breasts, but he quickly snapped his focus back to his professional duties as the horrific reality of her injuries came into full view.

Spreading across her pale left ribcage was an enormous, dark purple hematoma.

The doctor stepped closer, raising his gloved hand, and gently pressed his fingers against the center of the swelling.

"Does this hurt?" asked the doctor

"Ahhh! Stop! It hurts!" screamed Ashley, tears instantly bursting from her eyes as she winced away from his touch

"Just as I thought" muttered the doctor, looking back at his clipboard with a grim expression "You have several fractured ribs, there are also signs of a hairline fracture in your left cheekbone, and severe ligament strain in both your shoulder and elbow from a violent struggle, I honestly don’t know how you are still standing, young lady, a man who does this to a woman is an absolute beast"

Ashley tried to speak, but the doctor cut her off, his eyes full of pity and judgment.

"You need to present a formal complaint against him" advised the doctor, helping her pull the shirt back down "Believe me, even if he tells you he is sorry, even if he says he loves you and that he will change... those kinds of beasts never change"

"Follow me for a full CT scan and X-rays" said the doctor, his face growing increasingly serious as he guided her out of the room "We need to know the exact severity of the damage, if necessary, we will have to perform emergency surgery, the amount of localized internal bleeding is far too high; you might be suffering from a severe internal hemorrhage"

They rushed her through the corridors, subjecting her to a battery of imaging tests.

Along with the scans, the nurses drew several vials of blood.

"It’s just to confirm your blood type in case of surgery" explained the doctor, deliberately hiding the fact that he had actually ordered a full toxicology report to check for narcotics

The medical staff was completely baffled.

Looking at the sheer extent of her physical trauma, the doctor could not comprehend how she was still fully conscious and walking.

With fractured ribs and severe internal bruising, anyone else would have been bedridden, weeping and begging for pain clearance.

Meanwhile, back in the dim, isolated holding area near the security office, Alexander was forced onto a metal chair, his wrists tightly bound behind his back in steel handcuffs.

The two local police officers stood over him, the heavier one unclipping his heavy leather utility belt with a dark, twisted grin on his face.

"So, you like beating on defenseless girls, you piece of shit?" asked the officer, his voice dropping into a low, menacing growl

Without waiting for an answer, the officer drove a brutal, heavy fist straight into Alexander’s midsection, giving him a vicious "warm-up" beatdown while he was completely restrained.

The officer grinned maliciously, delivering a heavy blow straight to Alexander’s jaw.

Alexander rolled over, a dark trail of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

The cold calm in his chest instantly evaporated, replaced by a sudden, dangerous surge of raw heat.

He pushed himself up with explosive agility, his eyes locking onto the cop with an animalistic fury.

Even with his hands tightly bound behind his back, Alexander lunged forward.

He pivoted hard on his left foot and launched a savage, blindingly fast front kick straight into the officer’s abdomen.

"Dammit, I told you it wasn’t me!" roared Alexander, his voice echoing fiercely off the walls "I’m just an acquaintance, not her fucking boyfriend!"

The hospital security guards frozen in place, their faces twisting into utter confusion as they watched the scene unravel.

The officer stumbled backward, clutching his stomach as he gasped frantically for air, his face turning an ugly shade of red.

But Alexander had completely lost his temper.

Before the cop could even think about recovering, Alexander stepped into his guard, swung his leg around, and delivered a brutal, crushing kick right into the center of the man’s face.

CRACK.

The sound of the officer’s nose shattering under the impact resonated through the room.

The sheer force of the blow lifted the heavy man clean off his feet, launching him through the air until he crashed violently against a row of metal lockers, collapsing into a bloody, unconscious heap on the floor.

"You’re fucking crazy!" screamed one of the guards, his eyes wide with absolute terror as he backed into the wall

The second police officer didn’t hesitate; his face turned pale as he whipped his service pistol from his holster and pointed it straight at Alexander’s chest, instantly clicking the safety off, ready to open fire at the absolute slightest movement.