When he reached the hospital entrance, he overheard security talking about an emergency—Mr. Carter’s baby.
Without hesitation, he went inside.
Upstairs, panic filled the air.
William stood frozen. His wife, Sophia, was sobbing uncontrollably. Eight doctors surrounded the incubator.
“Nothing is working,” the lead doctor said. “There’s severe airway blockage, but scans show no foreign object. We suspect a rare internal condition.”
William’s voice cracked. “Do something.”
“We’ve done everything we can.”
Then Ethan appeared in the doorway.
“Excuse me, sir… I came to return your wallet.”
Sophia turned sharply. “Who let this boy in here?”
Security stepped forward.
William barely glanced at him. “Not now, son. We’re losing our child.”
Ethan held out the wallet. “I found it outside your office.”
Sophia took it quickly. “Check if anything’s missing.”
A doctor snapped, “Get him out.”
But Ethan wasn’t paying attention to them.
He was staring at the baby.
At the swelling on one side of the child’s neck.
Too small. Too precise.
Not like a tumor.
Like something stuck.
“It’s not a tumor,” Ethan said quietly.
The doctors scoffed.
“And how would you know?” one asked.