“The baby’s heart rate is dropping!” a nurse cried, rushing forward. “Check the oxygen!”
Everything exploded into chaos. A nurse lifted the tank, her face draining of color.
“Doctor, the oxygen line’s been disconnected!”
Two nurses rushed to reconnect it while another hit the emergency alarm. Sirens cut through the hallway. Amid the panic, Chloe calmly stepped back, folding her arms like an observer. Air finally rushed back into Vanessa’s lungs. She coughed violently, tears streaming as she begged silently for her baby to survive.
Then the doors flew open.
Ethan Hayes walked in, still dressed in an expensive suit, his tie barely loosened. He didn’t look alarmed—only irritated.
“What’s going on here?” he demanded.
“Someone tampered with your wife’s oxygen!” the doctor snapped. “Who let this woman in?”
Ethan looked at Chloe. For a split second, something passed between them—silent and damning. Then he turned back, his voice cold.
“It must have been a staff error. She’s here to support my wife.”
Vanessa heard every word. Weak and gasping, she turned her head—and saw it. A small security camera blinking red in the corner of the ceiling. Everything had been recorded.