Marcus Cole was captured trying to flee.

Arrests were ordered.

The hearing was suspended.

And Ethan, still on the ground, bruised, bleeding, breathing hard, could only look at Olivia and his son—

As if he still couldn’t believe they were real.

Three days later, the story was everywhere.

The innocent man.

The corrupt tycoon.

The evidence hidden in a newborn’s blanket.

But the full truth took longer.

Daniel Cruz hadn’t died immediately.

He had hidden for two weeks—recording, gathering proof, preparing.

The day before the verdict, he approached Olivia outside the hospital but didn’t dare speak. Instead, he asked a cleaning nurse—an older woman named Margaret—to sew the device into the baby’s blanket.

“It’ll only reach him if he holds the baby,” he told her.

“And if he doesn’t?” she asked.

“Then the truth dies with me.”

She agreed.

Crying.

The next day, she left the blanket in the maternity ward like any other.

Hours later, Daniel was found dead in a burned car.

Richard thought he had erased everything.

He hadn’t counted on one thing—

A father noticing even the smallest detail when it comes to his child.

The red notebook was found.

Names. Payments. Dates.

An entire network exposed.

Arrests followed.