Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 726

Chapter 726: Goodbye

As instructed, Sven acted the second the clock struck twelve. Sliding the door open carefully, he peeked his head out and looked left and right. Unlike usual, there wasn’t anyone around, as if everyone were giving him time to do what he had been tasked to do from the start.

This only showcased the power of the person—the man who had put him in this situation.

"Not important," Sven muttered, shaking his head to push away the sudden thoughts and fear that surged within him.

He carefully stepped out, closing the door quietly behind him. "Ward at the end of this floor," he reminded himself, turning right and walking toward it. When he reached the end room of the ward, he glanced from left to right again.

"Hah!" he huffed, mustering the courage to open the door carefully. Seeing that the ward was unoccupied, Sven stepped in.

The lights were off, but with the curtain drawn back, there was enough moonlight seeping in for him to see. He approached the bed where a plastic bag lay. Inside was a set of nurse’s scrubs, identical to the uniforms worn by the nurses who attended to him. His gaze shifted slowly to a face mask on the side, and he recalled the nurse from earlier.

"Haha," a shallow laugh escaped him as he grasped the plan. "This is perfect."

Looking back at the door, Sven quickly walked back to ensure no one was nearby. Satisfied, he tore open the plastic bag and changed into the scrubs. Once he was dressed, he took a moment to study the vial in his hand.

"I have to do this tonight," he whispered. "I have to. It’s either him or me... It’s Allen’s fault I even have to make this choice."

Blaming Allen for showing up that night was easier than facing the truth of how his life was spiraling out of control. With that thought, Sven felt a brief moment of calm—the first time he felt it since this ordeal began.

All he had to do was get it done and over with.

Sven didn’t waste any more time. He approached the door once again, checking the hallway before slipping on the mask and stepping out. He approached the nurse’s station, where the staff was preoccupied, and picked up some random charts, taking advantage of the distraction.

And with that, Sven made his way to the elevator leading to the floor above.

DING!

His breath hitched as the elevator door opened. He glanced outside, his body trembling. He told himself to step out, but his legs refused to obey. Just as the door started to close again, he shook himself out of it.

"Shit!" He ruffled his hair, letting it fall messily over his forehead. "I have to do this. Come on."

After taking another deep breath, Sven pressed the open button, and the door parted once more. Forcing himself to move, he dragged his feet out of the elevator. He froze briefly, swallowing nervously as he took in his surroundings.

Up ahead, bodyguards in uniform stood near the far end of the floor. The VVIP floor looked drastically different from the others—everything seemed luxurious and upscale. Bitterness welled up inside him.

’He’s here while I was stuck down there...’ he thought bitterly, the resentment fueling his resolve.

Taking deep breaths to steady himself, Sven approached two bodyguards stationed along the hallway, keeping his head slightly lowered to avoid drawing attention. His heart pounded faster the closer he got, but he sighed in relief when he passed them without issue.

Yet, those two weren’t the only guards in the area. When Sven reached the end of the hallway, he glanced up to see an intricately decorated sliding door flanked by another four guards.

’It’s okay,’ he told himself. ’Just act like the other nurses. It’s gonna be fine.’

’Did they know who I am?’ he wondered, his mind going on an overdrive. ’Should I make a run for it now?’