Dr. Nia Holloway's Sister Stole Her Fiancé and Tried to Steal Their Family Clinic — Until a DNA Test Exposed His Secret Life
With Rachel Williams now a wary ally, I felt a renewed urgency to confront the clinic’s internal accomplices, unwitting or otherwise. Bea Jenkins, our steadfast administrator, was at the forefront of my mind. She was so deeply intertwined with Julian’s “archiving protocols,” her loyalty so absolute, that I knew approaching her would be delicate.
I found Bea in her office, surrounded by stacks of files, meticulously organizing them. Her desk, usually pristine, was covered in paperwork related to Julian’s new systems. She looked tired, but her eyes held a spark of pride as she greeted me.
“Nia! Long time no see,” she said, her smile genuine. “Just getting through Dr. Cross’s new streamlining process. It’s a lot of work, but it’s going to revolutionize how we manage patient records.”
Her enthusiasm was heartbreaking. She was completely invested, completely oblivious. It was a petty cruelty that Julian could twist such a good person’s dedication into a tool for his fraud.
I sat opposite her, trying to keep my voice calm and conversational. “Bea, I’ve been looking at some of the changes Julian’s implemented, especially the patient archiving. Some of the older, long-term patient files seem to be moving to an off-site location. Can you tell me more about that?”
Her brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of defensiveness entering her gaze. “Oh, yes! Dr. Cross explained it all. He said the old digital storage was inefficient and expensive. We’re moving to a state-of-the-art secure storage facility. It’s managed by Gerald Hayes, actually. He’s an external consultant Dr. Cross brought in, very reputable.”
My blood ran cold. Gerald Hayes. The corrupt accountant Julian was meeting with secretly. The man notorious for “optimizing” books. Bea, in her unwavering loyalty, had just confirmed Julian’s deepest internal entanglement. The hidden connection I had only suspected was now confirmed—the “obscure holding company” was secretly owned by Hayes, making him a more central accomplice.
“Gerald Hayes?” I repeated, trying to keep my voice neutral. “Isn’t he known for… aggressive accounting practices?”
Bea scoffed, dismissing my concern with a wave of her hand. “Nia, you sound just like some of the old guard. Dr. Cross is a visionary. He’s taking the Holloway Clinic into the future. These are cutting-edge solutions for efficiency and compliance. Sometimes, change feels uncomfortable, but it’s necessary.”
She then subtly accused me of being negative, of resisting progress, of perhaps being motivated by personal bitterness. “You know, when Dr. Cross first came in, he said there might be some resistance from those who prefer the old ways. He said he understood that change can be difficult for some people to accept.”
Her words echoed my father’s, Julian’s narrative that I was a “vengeful ex” with mental health issues, trying to sabotage the clinic. This was Round 4 of Julian’s escalation, amplified by Bea’s unshakeable loyalty. The petty cruelty of having my genuine concerns dismissed as personal spite was incredibly frustrating.
“But these are patient files, Bea,” I pressed, trying to appeal to her sense of duty. “What about data security? Who has access to this ‘secure storage facility’?”
Bea puffed out her chest, her loyalty to Julian overriding any lingering doubts she might have. “Dr. Cross has assured us it’s top-tier security. Only authorized personnel at Hayes’s firm have access, and he personally oversees the transfer and storage. It’s all part of his plan to modernize our data infrastructure and protect us from outdated systems.”
She believed Julian was protecting the clinic, when in reality, he was stripping it bare. Her misunderstanding of his true intentions was so profound it was almost tragic. She was diligently moving the clinic’s most valuable assets—its patient data—directly into the hands of the very man Julian was using to commit fraud.
“You really trust Julian with all of this?” I asked, looking her directly in the eye.
Her gaze hardened. “Nia, Dr. Cross has done more for this clinic in a few months than some have in years. He’s bringing us into a new era. He’s brilliant, and he’s going to make the Holloway Clinic stronger than ever. I think you’re letting your personal feelings get in the way of what’s best for the family business.”
The dismissal stung. Bea, who had practically watched me grow up, was now echoing Julian’s insidious narrative, seeing me as a threat to the clinic rather than its protector. It was a testament to Julian’s manipulative power that he could turn loyal employees against the family they served.
“I just think it’s important to be cautious,” I offered, making a last attempt.
“Caution is good, Nia,” Bea said, her voice firm. “But progress requires vision and trust. Dr. Cross has both. And I, for one, trust him completely.”
She picked up a folder, signaling the end of our conversation. Her unwavering faith in Julian was a wall I couldn’t breach. She saw him as a visionary, bringing the clinic into the future, and me as a saboteur. The irony was almost unbearable.
I left Bea’s office feeling a profound sense of helplessness. Her loyalty, once a comfort, was now a dangerous weapon in Julian’s arsenal. She had inadvertently provided a critical piece of information—the direct link between the “retired” patient files and Gerald Hayes’s control. Now I knew where the identities were going. The question was, what was Julian doing with them once they were there? The answer, I suspected, would be far more damning than anything I had uncovered so far.
More Stories
+ There are no comments
Add yours