INICIAR SESIÓNThe door to Alina's hospital room opened.Richard entered first with Emma and Adrian. They were visiting Alina again.Alina, who had been sitting quietly on the bed, slowly lifted her head. Her face was still pale. Her eyes swollen after Daniel left.And seeing those three people arrive... somehow made her chest feel even tighter."Sweetheart..." Richard's voice immediately softened full of worry. "Dad heard from the nurse that Daniel came earlier?"Alina tensed.Her hand slowly gripped the blanket.Emma immediately noticed the change in expression and felt her chest hurt too.Adrian stood a few steps from the bed. His gaze sharp watching Alina."We just want to make sure he didn't do anything to you," Richard asked worriedly. "Did he threaten you again?"Alina looked down.Didn't answer.Only her eyelashes began to tremble.Richard held Alina's hand with full concern."Alina..." his voice broke. "Dad begs you. Tell us what he said. Don't bear everything alone like this."Tears began
In her luxurious penthouse, Margaret sat on the sofa with a phone to her ear and a cold expression."Dr. Whitmore," she said in a businesslike voice. "What's the progress with Mrs. Alina's medical records?"At the other end of the line, Dr. Whitmore sounded uncomfortable."I'm... still compiling," he answered in a reluctant voice. "But there's a problem, Mrs. Blackwood. Other doctors on the team see clear signs of abuse. Extreme malnutrition that can't be explained by morning sickness alone. Evidence of self-harm. Profound psychological trauma."Margaret felt her jaw tighten."Then make sure your final report frames it as pregnancy complications and pre-existing mental illness," she said in a very cold voice. "NOT abuse. NOT because of the environment in the Blackwood home.""Mrs. Blackwood," Dr. Whitmore said in a desperate voice, "this is falsification of medical records. I could lose my license and face criminal charges.""I don't care!" Margaret cut in with a voice that was very c
In the morning, the medical board received a complaint sent by Lisa Brennan.At eight in the morning, Judge Hartford's office received official notification from the Medical Board.The judge immediately summoned Ms. Fontaine to come. She sat in the luxurious waiting room, legs crossed anxiously, eyes constantly glancing at the judge's office door.Ms. Fontaine had been waiting twenty minutes—long enough for anxiety to begin creeping up.The door finally opened."Ms. Fontaine, please come in."Judge Hartford sat behind a large desk with an expression that was hard to read—professional, but with worried wrinkles on his forehead."Is there a problem?" Ms. Fontaine asked directly, having no patience for pleasantries.Judge Hartford took a document from his desk—an envelope with the Medical Board letterhead—and pushed it across the desk."A serious complaint has been filed against Dr. Halvorsen," he said in a careful tone. "A formal complaint from a former patient named Lisa Brennan. Alleg
Lisa Brennan opened the door wider."Thank you for being willing to listen, Ms. Brennan," Vincent Palmer said in a gentle voice. "May I come in? We can discuss the details more comfortably."Lisa stepped back, allowing Vincent to enter her small apartment.The man looked around quickly—noting the worn sofa, old TV, children's toys scattered on the floor.All signs of someone struggling financially.Perfect.With her situation of lacking everything, Lisa would be easy to influence and get to cooperate."Please sit down," Lisa said in a voice that was still wary but beginning to soften.They sat on the sofa—Lisa at one end, Vincent at the other with a respectful distance.Vincent placed a white envelope on the coffee table."Fifty thousand dollars," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Cash. No strings attached. This is compensation for your time and effort in filing a formal complaint."Lisa stared at the envelope with teary eyes."What exactly do I have to do to get that money?" Lisa as
Not long after Daniel left, three people entered the hospital lobby with quick steps.Richard Hayes looked pale and exhausted—eyes red from lack of sleep and worry that had lasted a long time.Emma Carter walked beside him with a tense but determined face.And Adrian Lawson led them with upright posture and professional expression—though there was something more personal in his eyes.At the reception desk, Adrian spoke with the nurse on duty."We're here to visit Mrs. Alina Blackwood," he said in a firm voice. "I'm Adrian Lawson, the attorney handling her case. And this is Richard Hayes, her father."The nurse typed something on the computer."Mrs. Blackwood is in the maternity unit, fourth floor," she said while looking at the screen. "But I need to confirm first whether—""I've already spoken with Ms. Claire Fontaine and Dr. Ingrid Halvorsen about this visit," Adrian interrupted calmly but firmly. "They've already approved it."The nurse nodded slowly."Alright. Please go up to the
The ambulance drove at a steady speed through the busy city streets.Inside, Alina still lay on the stretcher. Her eyes were closed—her breathing, which had been gasping, slowly began to stabilize.Dr. Halvorsen sat with her hand still gently holding Alina's hand.The female paramedic continued to check the vital signs monitor with trained eyes."Blood pressure still low but stable," she said in a professional voice. "Heart rate ninety-two per minute. Oxygen saturation ninety-five percent."Dr. Halvorsen nodded while taking notes on her small tablet."How much longer until the hospital?" she asked."Fifteen minutes," the paramedic answered. "We've already confirmed with St. Catherine's. The maternity unit is ready to receive the patient."Alina opened her eyes slowly—staring at the ambulance ceiling with an expression still filled with mixed emotions."Dr. Halvorsen," Alina whispered in a hoarse voice. "What will happen when I arrive at the hospital?"Dr. Halvorsen looked at Alina wit
"You have no right to be here at all."Clarissa's words landed in the waiting room like something final.Alina stood very still."I'm not leaving," Alina said quietly."Actually." Margaret rose from her chair with the slow deliberateness of someone who had been waiting for exactly this moment. "You
At four in the afternoon, Alina sat in the library with a book in her lap that hadn't been opened for the past half hour.She couldn't focus. Couldn't stop thinking about Junior. The little boy who hadn't spoken to her for three days. Who looked at her with eyes full of confusion and hurt every sup
Three days passed in a blur of careful avoidance.Daniel didn't return to Alina's room, though she heard from Mrs. Helen that he hadn't slept in the master bedroom either. He'd been staying in his study, working late into the night, sleeping on the leather couch when exhaustion finally claimed him.
At eleven o'clock at night, the mansion was already quiet.The staff had returned to their quarters. Daniel was still locked in his study with his laptop and bourbon. Margaret had gone to bed in her own wing. Alina was locked in her room as usual.And Clarissa stood outside Junior's room with her h







