LOGINCaleb stood there swaying slightly on his feet, his mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. His face was a mask of exhaustion and something else that Ryan could not quite identify. Grief? Relief? Both?The silence stretched on. Ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty.Alexander was still gripping Caleb's shoulders, his fingers digging in so hard they would probably leave bruises. "Caleb. Caleb, please. Just say something. Anything."But Caleb just stared. His eyes moved from Alexander to Ryan to Ethan and back again. Like he was seeing them but not quite processing their presence.Ryan felt something snap inside him. He could not do this anymore. Could not stand here waiting for words that might destroy him. He needed to know. Needed to see for himself."I am going in," Ryan said suddenly. He pushed past Caleb toward the surgical wing doors."Sir, you cannot—" a nurse tried to intercept him.Ryan did not stop. Just kept moving toward those doors. Toward wherever Cora was. Alive or dead
Another hour passed. Then another. The surgical waiting area was nearly empty now. Just the three Sterling men and a young couple huddled together on the opposite side of the room, their own family crisis playing out in whispered conversations.Alexander had not moved from his position. Elbows on knees. Hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles had gone white. Staring at the floor like he might find answers in the worn linoleum tiles."She is not going to make it," he said suddenly. His voice was flat. Dead.Ryan's head snapped toward his father. "Do not say that.""Seven hours, Ryan. She has been in surgery for seven hours now." Alexander finally looked up, and his eyes were hollow. Empty. "Nobody survives surgery that lasts this long. Not with injuries this severe.""You do not know that," Ryan insisted."I do know that." Alexander's voice cracked. "I have read every medical journal. Studied every statistic. I know what prolonged surgery times mean for trauma patients. The surv
Ryan stood in front of the abandoned SUV, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The vehicle sat behind the derelict warehouse like a piece of discarded trash. Its front end was completely destroyed from the impact. Blood and glass covered the crumpled hood. The windshield had spiderwebbed into a thousand cracks.This was the vehicle that had nearly killed his sister."Anything?" Ryan asked the forensic specialist who was examining the interior.The woman shook her head. "Nothing. Wiped completely clean. No fingerprints. No DNA. No personal items left behind. Whoever drove this knew exactly what they were doing."Ethan was on his phone nearby, speaking rapidly to someone. Probably law enforcement contacts. Trying to pull strings and get access to information they should not have.Marcus approached from where he had been coordinating the security team's search of the surrounding area. "Sir, we have canvassed a three-block radius. No witnesses. No security cameras that caught the d
The operating room doors swung shut behind the departing surgeons. The sound echoed in the sudden quiet that followed their exit. Caleb stood frozen for a moment, staring at those closed doors, unable to process what had just happened.Five doctors had just walked out. Five medical professionals who had decided his sister was not worth saving. That continuing to operate was pointless."Dr. Sterling." A voice brought him back. Soft but firm.Caleb turned. Dr. Sophia Martinez stood across the operating table, her eyes meeting his over Cora's broken body. Sophia was in her early forties, a skilled surgeon who specialized in trauma cases. They had worked together many times over the years."We are still here," Sophia said. "And we are not going anywhere."Caleb looked around the operating room. The exodus had left them with a skeleton crew. Sophia. The anesthesiologist, a quiet man named Dr. Reeves who had not said a word during the entire argument. A surgical tech named Maria. And Hannah
The operating room was a controlled chaos of beeping monitors, urgent voices, and the metallic smell of blood. Caleb stood over his sister's broken body, his hands working with precision that came from years of training even as his heart was breaking."Vitals are dropping again," one of the nurses announced. Her voice was steady but there was an edge of concern.Caleb glanced at the monitors. Blood pressure falling. Heart rate erratic. They were losing her."Increase the dopamine," he ordered. "And get me another unit of O-negative. Now."The team moved. Fifteen medical professionals surrounded the operating table. Surgeons. Anesthesiologists. Nurses. Surgical techs. All of them focused on keeping Cora alive while Caleb worked to repair the damage.And there was so much damage.The impact had shattered three ribs. One had punctured her left lung. Internal bleeding in her abdomen from a ruptured spleen. Possible damage to her liver. Her left leg was broken in two places. Lacerations ev
Ryan arrived at the hospital twenty minutes later. He found Ethan and his father in the waiting room. Alexander looked destroyed. Ethan looked grim."Any news?" Ryan asked."Still in surgery," Ethan said. "Caleb sent a nurse out fifteen minutes ago. Internal bleeding. Fractured ribs. Possible spinal damage. He is working on her now."Ryan sat down. His phone was still clutched in his hand. The messages from his security team and investigator burning in his mind."Father," Ryan said carefully. "I need to tell you something about the accident."Alexander looked up. His eyes were red. "What?""I had my security team pull traffic camera footage. The accident was not random."Ethan straightened. "What do you mean?""The SUV that hit her was waiting," Ryan explained. His voice was tight with controlled fury. "It followed her limousine for three blocks. Then deliberately ran the red light and T-boned her car at full speed. This was planned. Someone tried to kill Cora."The waiting room went







