Chapter 14~ Send Me Nina Hale's Address

Lucas remained silent. 

The moment his explanation settled into the room, Ethan's shouting ceased. The boy's head dropped slowly, his small frame curling inward as he hunched on the windowsill. He made no move to climb down, but the wild panic that had gripped him moments before began to ebb away like a retreating tide.

Lucas reached into his coat pocket with deliberate calm. His fingers emerged holding a small, carefully folded piece of paper. "You might want to see this," he said quietly.

Ethan's head snapped up immediately, his red-rimmed eyes fixing on Lucas with sudden intensity. Lucas held the paper aloft between two fingers. "She asked me to give you this."

That was all it took.

The transformation was instantaneous and remarkable. The boy straightened his spine, his previous terror dissolving as if it had never existed. His arms lifted toward Lucas in a silent, unmistakable gesture, a wordless plea that spoke volumes.

Pick me up.

Axel stared, his jaw going slack."You have got to be kidding me," he muttered, disbelief coloring every syllable.

Lucas stepped forward with measured movements and lifted Ethan off the windowsill. The doctors in the room visibly exhaled, their shoulders sagging with relief. One nurse actually sank into a nearby chair, her face pale from sheer exhaustion and the adrenaline crash that followed.

Lucas carried Ethan to the couch and settled down with the boy cradled against him. The child's breathing had already begun to even out.

Then Lucas handed over the note.

Ethan snatched it eagerly, his small fingers working to unfold the paper with painstaking care. Despite his young age, he could already decipher simple sentences—a skill he'd acquired with the same intense focus he applied to everything else.

His eyes scanned the message, drinking in each word."Hey, brave hero, thanks for saving me today. You were incredible. Take care of yourself, okay?— Nina" with a small heart drawn beside the name.

The boy's gaze lingered on the tiny heart sketched next to her signature. For a long moment, he simply stared at it, his expression unreadable.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, his cheeks flushed pink. His lips pressed together in a valiant attempt at composure, as if he were trying to contain something precious and fragile. But the corners of his mouth betrayed him, defying his efforts at control.

They lifted slightly just barely, but unmistakably.

Axel gasped audibly."Oh my—"

He pointed with theatrical emphasis, his finger jabbing toward Ethan."Did anyone else see that?!" He looked around wildly, seeking confirmation from the medical staff. "Our little Ethan just smiled!"

The doctors exchanged stunned glances, their professional composure cracking. One nurse whispered in awe, "I've never seen him smile before. Not once in all these months."

Axel leaned closer to Ethan, his curiosity overriding his usual sense of boundaries."What did she write?" he asked, reaching toward the note.

Ethan immediately folded the paper with protective precision and tucked it behind his back, his small body shielding it from view. His expression turned guarded once more.

Axel clutched his chest with exaggerated drama."Betrayal!" he declared, his voice dripping with mock hurt. He whirled toward Lucas, gesturing emphatically. "Lucas, I demand parental authority to read the message. As his uncle, I have rights!"

Lucas ignored the performance entirely. Instead, his attention remained fixed on his son, watching the boy with an expression that held something thoughtful… something almost curious. It was as if he were seeing Ethan through new eyes, discovering facets of his child's heart that had remained hidden until this moment.Later that evening at the Grant Estate, nestled in the exclusive Northbridge District… a place where every brick and iron gate proclaimed wealth and power, the atmosphere had grown tense.

The massive dining room of Grant House stood eerily silent. A long marble table stretched across the space beneath the warm glow of golden chandeliers. At one end sat Lucas, composed and watchful, at the other end perched Ethan, small and determined. A plate of carefully prepared food sat untouched before the boy, growing cold.

Lucas rested his hands calmly on the polished surface, his fingers interlaced with deliberate patience."Eat," he said, his voice measured.

Ethan didn't move. His small frame remained rigid, his gaze fixed downward. Lucas waited, studying his son with the same careful attention he applied to business negotiations. The silence stretched between them like an invisible thread pulled taut.

Nothing happened.

Lucas tried again, his tone firmer now."Ethan."Still nothing. The boy's jaw set with surprising stubbornness for someone so young. Ethan stared at the table as if it held secrets only he could decipher, his small hands folded in his lap with monastic discipline.

Lucas exhaled slowly, a sound that carried both frustration and reluctant admiration. "I'm asking you one last time," he warned, though his voice lacked its usual edge.

No response came. The child's resolve appeared unshakeable.

Axel, who had been secretly observing from the doorway with growing fascination, whispered to himself with barely contained amusement."Oh boy. This is going to be good."

Lucas leaned back slightly in his chair, reassessing his opponent across the expanse of marble."You believe this hunger strike will work," he stated, not quite a question.

Ethan remained completely motionless, resembling a tiny monk deep in meditation, his breathing steady and purposeful. The resemblance would have been comical if it weren't so effective

.One hour crawled by. The food grew colder. Neither father nor son yielded.

Finally, Lucas picked up his phone with deliberate slowness, a gesture of surrender disguised as casual indifference.

He dialed a familiar number.

Axel answered on the first ring, his voice dripping with anticipation."Well, well," he said cheerfully, unable to suppress his glee. "Took you long enough, brother."

Lucas spoke with forced calm, refusing to acknowledge defeat."Send me Nina Hale's address."

Axel burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the phone. "Ah, so the hunger strike worked! The mighty Lucas Grant, brought down by a five-year-old's silent treatment!"

Lucas ended the call without ceremony.

A moment later, his phone buzzed with an incoming message. He glanced at the screen.

Address received.

Lucas stood and reached for his coat with resigned efficiency. The instant Ethan caught sight of the car keys in his father's hand, the boy sprang to his feet as if electrified. Lucas looked down, finding his son already positioned beside him, waiting with barely contained excitement that broke through his stoic facade.

Lucas sighed quietly, a sound that held equal parts exasperation and affection. Then he lifted the boy into his arms, feeling the small body relax immediately against him.

"There will not be a next time," he murmured softly, though they both understood the emptiness of the warning.Ethan had already melted against his father's shoulder, his earlier rigidity dissolving into contentment. He knew exactly where they were going, and the knowledge filled him with quiet triumph.