“If life ever gives you the chance… help someone who can’t defend themselves.”

The man in the photo was Daniel Carter.

And these children… were his.

Victor’s jaw tightened.

A shadow of controlled fury passed over his face.

The debt had come due.

And it had the eyes of two broken children.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

No one in that terminal had any idea what was about to happen.

PART 2

A DEBT OF BLOOD AND FIRE

“Cancel the flight to Dallas,” Victor said coldly. “Get me the passenger list for Flight 402 to Miami. Now.”

Within minutes, his network was moving—contacts reaching into airline systems, legal offices, and federal agencies.

Victor led the children into a private lounge.

Food was brought out—grilled sandwiches, hot chocolate, pastries, fresh fruit.

Noah ate quickly, like he wasn’t sure the food would last.
Emma quietly wrapped half her pastry in a napkin for later.

That small gesture hit Victor harder than anything else.

Ten minutes later, his attorney called.