Ethan stepped in front of the boy.
“No one touches him.”
The truth unraveled quickly.
Marcus had been meeting people at night.
Bringing in equipment.
Poisoning the air slowly.
Not to kill the baby immediately.
But to weaken her.
Control Ethan.
Force him to sign everything over.
“Sometimes,” Marcus said coldly, “a sick baby makes a father do anything.”
Ethan realized the horror.
This wasn’t about money.
It was about control.
His company.
His future.
His entire empire.
The baby was leverage.
And his wife…
Olivia collapsed emotionally.
“I didn’t mean for this,” she cried.
She confessed.
She had trusted Marcus.
Let him install “protection systems.”
Believed his lies.
And when she realized something was wrong…
It was too late.
So she sent the boy.
Hoping someone—anyone—would see what others ignored.
Ethan didn’t forgive her.
Not yet.
But he understood one thing.
Marcus was the real enemy.
And time was running out.
They ran.
Through the garden.
Into a hidden tunnel.
Gunshots behind them.
Screams.
Loyal guards falling.
The boy—Noah now—stayed close.
Braver than anyone.
They escaped outside.
Fresh air helped the baby slightly.
Then another trap appeared.
Dr. Collins.
The “specialist.”
Too calm.
Too prepared.
Too perfect.