Liam’s eyes widened. “Noah?”
Noah Smith, bruised, thin, and looking half-mad, gave a small, twisted smile.
“Surprised to see me?” he asked.
Guards flooded in behind Liam, weapons drawn.
“Don’t come closer!” Noah shouted, holding a knife. “Don’t make me do something stupid.”
Liam stepped forward slowly, hands raised. “You already did something stupid. You took my son.”
“I didn’t want to hurt him,” Noah said, his voice trembling. “I just wanted to prove a point. You left me to rot. Everyone forgot me after Olivia died. But I remember everything.”
“You put a newborn’s life at risk,” Liam growled.
Noah’s eyes twitched. “I was going to return him. I just wanted to scare you.”
“Well, mission accomplished,” Liam snapped.
The baby cried louder, wailing now.
One of the guards moved quietly behind Noah.
Liam saw the chance. “Now!”
Before Noah could react, the guard tackled him to the ground. The knife clattered away, and another guard scooped up the baby, quickly wrapping him tighter.
“Get him
