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POV: HENRY“Roger, stop!” Margareth cried, sobbing, trying to hold him back by the arms. “This is real! It’s James! He’s our son, but he… he’s sick!”“This is fake!” he shouted, spitting on the broken device.“What the hell are you doing?” I exclaimed, stepping forward, the rage burning in my throat like fire. “Are you defending a kidnapper just because he shares your blood?”“YOU WANT TO SHAME US IN FRONT OF THE WORLD?” Roger roared so loudly, his voice echoed through the room. His face was red, his eyes bulging with fury, and his breathing was short and ragged. “You want us to turn against our own son because of a video? That was staged, Henry!”He pointed a trembling finger at me as if accusing me with his eyes could somehow erase the truth.“YOU set this up!” Roger bellowed, clutching his chest like he’d been struck. He stumbled a step back. “You're trying to destroy us!”Margareth rushed to him, alarmed.“Roger, please, calm down!” she begged through tears, gripping her husband's

POV: LAURENMy knees were giving out. Every two steps, a new contraction took over my body, forcing me to stop and grab onto anything I could for support. The pain was sharp, tearing me from the inside. I cried out, feeling my muscles clench involuntarily. Blood kept dripping, staining the floor in thick drops. “Easy, baby…” I whispered with a shaky voice, one hand gently pressing against my belly. “It’s okay, it’s going to be okay… Just a little longer.” My face was soaked in sweat and tears. Air came in gasps, my lips trembling. I tried to take a deep breath, but the pain came back, forcing each whimper out of me. “Oh God, this hurts so much.” I grated my teeth through the pain. But I wasn’t going to stop. I couldn’t stop. Because now, more than ever, my da

POV: HENRYI looked at the phone screen one more time. The tracker was still flashing red.Location active.Latitude, longitude… deactivated industrial zone. My jaw tightened. I knew that place. An old warehouse owned by the company, abandoned for years, isolated from the city—hidden enough for any kind of shit to happen without anyone hearing a scream. I opened the glove compartment and took out the small wooden box. The family crest engraved on the lid was worn over time. I ran my fingers over the Carter initials with a tightness in my chest.“I never thought I’d have to use this, Dad,” I murmured, feeling my voice crack. I opened the box and stared at my father's old pistol. The weight of the gun in my hands was lighter than the weight of the responsibility I was about to take on. I bit the inside of my cheek until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.“I need to protect them.&rdqu

POV: HENRYThe phone rang in my pocket. The sound was loud and repetitive. I ignored it at first. I kept pressing down on the wound with my foot. He groaned in pain, his face sweaty and smeared with blood. But the ringing didn’t stop.I pulled out the phone with my free hand, keeping the gun aimed at him. I answered.“Hello?” My voice came out firm, but tense.“Mr. Henry Carter? This is the emergency department at Central Municipal Hospital,” a professional voice echoed on the other end. “Your wife, Lauren Becker, was admitted a few minutes ago.”My whole body tensed. My breath caught for a second.“Her condition is serious. We need you to come immediately. Authorization is required for the procedures.”“Is she okay?” I asked, feeling a weight in my chest. My legs nearly gave out. “She and the baby?”“Her condition is unstable. She’s lost a lot of blood. We’re trying to stabilize her now,” the doctor replied seriously. “We need your presence as soon as possible.”I remained silent for

POV: LAUREN“We need you to try to stay calm,” the doctor said in a low voice, forcing a reassuring tone. “Your blood pressure is unstable. This could harm both you and the baby…” “No!” I interrupted, feeling a hot wave of despair rise from my stomach to my throat. “I don’t want to calm down! I want to know if my daughter is okay!” I screamed through sobs, my whole body twisting from the pain and crying. “Is she… is she alive?” Their silence destroyed me inside. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. The sound of the monitor, the nurse’s touch, even my own breathing. My eyes widened, and my throat tightened. The doctor looked away for a second, as if carefully choosing every word. “Miss…?” He looked at me, holding the clipboard. “Lauren…” My voice came out weak, broken.