When he arrived at the private hospital entrance, he overheard security mention an emergency — Mr. Coleman’s baby.
Leo didn’t hesitate. He carried the wallet inside.
Upstairs, chaos.
Richard stood frozen. His wife, Isabelle, was sobbing uncontrollably. Eight doctors surrounded the incubator.
“Nothing is working,” the chief physician said quietly. “There’s a severe airway obstruction, but scans show no visible foreign object. We suspect a rare internal mass.”
Richard’s voice broke. “Do something.”
“We’ve done everything.”
Then Leo stepped into the doorway.
“Excuse me, sir… I came to return your wallet.”
Isabelle turned and gasped.
“Who let this filthy kid in here?!”
Security moved toward him.
Richard barely looked. “Not now, son. We’re losing our child.”
Leo held out the wallet. “I found it near your office.”
Isabelle snatched it. “Check if anything’s missing.”
A doctor snapped, “Remove him. This is a sterile environment.”
But Leo wasn’t looking at them.
He was looking at the baby.
The swelling on the right side of the infant’s neck.
Too precise. Too small.
Not like a tumor.
Like something stuck.
“It’s not a mass,” Leo said quietly.
The doctors scoffed.
“And what would you know?” one muttered.