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Chapter 7
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2026-06-24 14:39:34Two weeks after the dinner with Victoria, Evelyn stood in the small, cramped back room of the Vance Free Clinic in Oakhaven.
The air here smelled of iodine and old paper, a stark contrast to the sterile luxury of the Thorne Estate. Dr. Marcus Vance sat across from her, adjusting the contrast on an old, black-and-white ultrasound machine he’d shielded from the grid using an analog generator.
"Four," Marcus whispered, his voice trembling slightly as he stared at the screen.
Evelyn blinked, leaning closer to the small monitor. "Four what, Marcus?"
"Heartbeats, Evelyn. You're carrying quadruplets." Marcus turned to look at her, his expression a mixture of profound awe and deep gravity. "A pregnancy like this... in a public hospital, you’d be flagged instantly. In Alistair Thorne’s private clinic? They will lock you in a high-security wing from the second trimester until delivery. You will have zero autonomy."
Evelyn looked at the four tiny, rhythmic flickers on the screen. Her hand went to her stomach. Quadruplets. Four lives entirely dependent on her ability to outsmart the most powerful corporate empire in Western Europe.
"Then I can't be here when they're born," Evelyn said, her voice dropping into an absolute, unshakeable calm. "Marcus, how long do I have before the pregnancy begins to show?"
"With four? Twelve weeks, maybe fourteen if you wear tailored, structured clothing," Marcus said, wiping the gel from her skin. "But Evelyn, escaping Alistair Thorne isn't just about crossing a border. He has Valentin Rossano’s people at every port, every airport, every mountain pass. The moment you vanish, Veridia will go into total lockdown."
"Then I won't cross a border," Evelyn said, standing up and pulling her sweater down. "I’ll disappear into the one place Alistair Thorne never looks. The data."
She walked out to the main clinic lobby, where Kai Vance was busy cleaning an old surgical kit. Kai looked up, his sharp eyes instantly catching the intensity in her stride.
"Kai," Evelyn said, stopping before him. "I need safehouses. Not in the luxury sectors. I need them in the old industrial blocks of Oakhaven, abandoned server farms, places where the power lines are unmapped by the city grid. Can you find them?"
Kai set his surgical tools down, his expression hardening. "I can find them. But Thorne’s corporate drones sweep the Oakhaven grid every Tuesday for energy discrepancies."
"They won't find these," Evelyn said, a cold, brilliant smile touching her lips. "Because I'm going to write a script that masks our power consumption as baseline system noise from the old maritime shipping channels. Kai, from this day on, everything we do must be completely off the books. No phones, no public banking, no state registries."
She turned back to Marcus, her ice-blue eyes flashing with determination. "I need your medical library, Marcus. Everything on advanced surgery, biochemistry, pharmaceutical synthesis. If I am going to live as a ghost, I cannot afford to rely on any doctor in this country. I will become the doctor."
Marcus stared at her for a long moment, then slowly nodded, a spark of fierce pride igniting in his old eyes. "The books are in the vault downstairs, Evelyn. Start with volume one."
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