“Get in,” he said.
Noah shook his head.
“He smells the same.”
Poison.
The doctor was part of it.
More men emerged.
More lies.
More pressure.
“Sign,” they demanded. “Or she dies.”
Ethan pretended to surrender.
Waited.
Watched.
Then struck.
A distraction.
Olivia grabbed the antidote.
Noah fought.
Chaos exploded.
They ran again.
This time—toward the public street.
Toward witnesses.
Toward truth.
The antidote was tested.
A small dose.
The baby’s breathing improved.
Just slightly.
But enough.
Hope returned.
Sirens followed.
Police arrived.
For a moment…
It felt like it was over.
Until the senior officer stepped forward.
And said:
“Hand over the baby.”
And Ethan realized—
The poison wasn’t just in the house.
It had spread everywhere.
