He questioned her movements casually, yet his presence carried authority. When he commented on the room’s temperature, the warning beneath his concern was unmistakable.
As he left, he murmured softly, “Curiosity isn’t rewarded here.”
The threat lingered long after he was gone.
When Dr. Harrington arrived, Sofia hid in a hallway closet, watching through a narrow crack as Noah was prepared for another “treatment.”
She heard Daniel instruct the doctor to increase the dosage.
Harrington hesitated—but Daniel reminded him of debts, favors, and consequences.
The truth was undeniable.
Sofia watched as a clear liquid was injected into Noah’s fragile body. The boy barely cried. Harrington promised results within twenty minutes.
Results meaning decline.
After they left, Sofia rushed to Noah, holding him close, her tears soaking his shoulder. She swore she would protect him—even if it meant standing alone against powerful men.
But she needed Ethan.
She tried to warn him, rehearsing her words as she approached his office.
He was on a call, discussing projections, his voice hollow and distant. When he finally looked at her, she told him something was terribly wrong.