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Chapter 220

DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW As I entered the hospital room, I already had some fruits in my hand. Apples, oranges… whatever looked fresh at the store. I didn’t even know if Ethan could eat them. I just didn’t want to come empty-handed. Hospitals always make me uncomfortable. Too white. Too quiet. Like everyone is holding their breath at the same time. The day I got to know that Natalie was under arrest… I was overwhelmed. Not relieved at first, just overwhelmed. My hands were literally shaking when I read the confirmation. For four years that mess had been sitting there like a stain no one wanted to scrub properly. I didn’t waste time. I pushed for reopening the old case. Called people. Pressured where I had to. Went through documents again and again. I made sure there were no gaps this time. No technicalities she could slip through. I wasn’t going to let her walk out like she did before. Not after what it cost. That same day, I wanted to go straight to Karline. I wanted

Chapter 221

DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW “Ahem.”I cleared my throat lightly, not wanting to intrude but also not wanting to stand there unnoticed like some ghost from the past.Both of them looked up at the same time.For a second, they froze, then their expressions softened.Reid was the first to speak. “Oh, Daniel. You’re here.”I walked over to him and gave him a firm pat on the back. “Yeah, and you look terrible.”He raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”“Dark circles,” I pointed out, gesturing toward his face. “You need sleep. You look ugly.”Karline almost smiled at that.Reid scoffed. “I’ve always looked better than you.”“Debatable,” I shot back. “At least I slept last night.”He gave a tired huff that almost turned into a laugh. The tension in the room eased a little.Then I turned toward Karline.She looked exhausted, but steadier than I expected.“You okay?” I asked gently.She nodded. “Yes. Everything’s alright right now.”Right now.That choice of words didn’t escape me.“I heard Ethan wasn’t

Chapter 222

REID'S POINT OF VIEWEthan had kicked the blanket off again.I smiled faintly and pulled it back over him, tucking it gently around his small shoulders. He moved a little, murmured something in his sleep, then settled.Karline was sitting on the couch, scrolling through something on her phone, but I knew she wasn’t really reading. She was listening to every tiny sound Ethan made.“I’ll grab something to eat,” I said quietly. “Maybe sandwiches. You haven’t eaten properly.”“I’m fine,” she replied automatically.“You always say that.”She didn’t argue. That was her version of agreeing.I adjusted the blanket one last time and turned toward the door.That’s when there was a knock.Quick and urgent.I frowned slightly and opened it.James stood there, slightly bent forward, catching his breath like he had rushed up the stairs instead of taking the elevator.“What happened?” I asked immediately.He looked behind me for a second, then back at me.“M–Mr. Carter… Mrs. Carter… your mom..”“My

Chapter 223

REID'S POINT OF VIEW“Mom! Shut your filthy mouth.” The word tore out of me before I could stop it. My voice echoed down the corridor louder than it should have. A nurse at the far end glanced over. I didn’t care. For years I swallowed this. Not today. “How dare you,” I said, my hands shaking now. “How dare you even try to say that word.” She looked stunned for a second, not hurt. Just shocked that I had raised my voice. “You are screaming at your own mother,” she said coldly. “And you are insulting my son.” Daniel appeared out of nowhere, stepping between us slightly. “Reid, calm down,” he muttered, placing a hand on my back. But I was fuming. “Calm down?” I laughed harshly. “Did you hear what she was about to say?” “Reid,” Daniel tried again, quieter. My mother turned toward him dramatically. “Daniel, my son,” she said, gesturing toward me. “Are you seeing this? Your brother has lost his mind. Screaming at his own mother. For a child that isn’t even...” “Mom,” Danie

Chapter 224

REID'S POINT OF VIEWAfter she left, I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.My hands were still shaking.Not from fear.From everything.I turned to James. “If she comes back, don’t let her inside.”He nodded immediately. “I won’t.”I looked at the security guard as well. “Please. No matter what she says.”“Yes, sir,” he replied.Sir.For once, I wasn’t thinking about status.I just didn’t want her anywhere near that room.“I’m going to grab breakfast,” I muttered.James gave me a look. “You okay?”“I will be.”I stepped outside the hospital and into the open air.The sun felt warmer now. Too warm for the kind of morning it had been.I walked a little farther down the street than necessary. I needed space. Distance from that corridor. From that version of myself that almost lost control again.Near the sidewalk, there was a small public water tap fixed against a wall.I turned it on and bent forward, splashing cold water over my face.

Chapter 225

NATALIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe food smelled like something that had already died twice.I sat on the cold concrete floor, plastic tray in front of me, staring at the grayish mash they called dinner.“What is this?” I muttered under my breath. “Do they expect humans to eat this?”Across from me, one of the women snorted.“Princess doesn’t like the menu?” she mocked.I ignored her and forced a bite into my mouth anyway. It tasted worse than it looked. Salty. Bland. Digusting.“I swear,” I mumbled, “even street dogs eat better than this.”Before I could take another bite, someone’s foot kicked the tray. It flipped. The food splattered across the dirty floor.“What the hell!” I shouted, scrambling back.A hand grabbed my hair and yanked my head up.“What happened, princess?” one of them sneered. “Lost your appetite?”Laughter echoed around the cell block.I tried to push her hand away. “Don’t touch me!”That was a mistake.A sharp slap landed across my cheek.“You don’t raise your voice here

Chapter 226

Natalie’s POVAnd Margaret… oh my God.I tried to contact her so many times.The first week I got here, I kept asking for my phone call rights. I memorized her number years ago. I didn’t even need to look at anything.The guard dialed it once.She answered.“Margaret,” I breathed out, relief flooding through me. “Thank God. Finally.”Her voice was low. Controlled. “Natalie.”“I need you to fix this,” I whispered urgently. “This is a misunderstanding. You know it is. Talk to Reid. Talk to the lawyers. I can’t stay here.”There was a pause on the other side.“I’ll make it alright,” she said calmly. “Just stay quiet for now.”Stay quiet.As if I had any choice.“I am not made for this place,” I said, my voice cracking despite myself. “You know that.”“I know,” she replied. “Let me handle it.”The call ended.I waited.Two days passed.Then four.Then a week.I asked for another call.She didn’t answer.I tried again.And again.Nothing.After that, the guards started giving me looks.“Nu

Chapter 227

NATALIE'S POINT OF VIEWThey assigned me to clean the corridor floor that morning.On my knees.Again.The bucket was half-filled with murky water and cheap detergent that burned the skin if you kept your hands in it too long. The mop was taken by someone else, so I was given a rough scrub brush instead.“There’s a stain near the corner,” one of the inmates muttered lazily. “Better clean it properly. Or no dinner.”I clenched my jaw but didn’t reply.I dipped the brush into the soapy water and began scrubbing.Back and forth.Back and forth.The floor was cold even through the thin fabric of the prison uniform. My knees started aching within minutes. The detergent stung the small cuts on my fingers. The smell was sharp and sour, filling my nose.The stain wouldn’t come off at first.I scrubbed harder.Sweat gathered at my temples. A strand of hair fell into my eyes. I pushed it back impatiently.“Come off,” I muttered under my breath. “Just come off.”If it didn’t, they would take awa

Chapter 228

NATALIE'S POINT OF VIEWI was standing in the lunch line, tray pressed against my stomach, when I heard his name again.It travels fast here. News. Rumors. Scandals. Especially when it involves powerful men.“Reid Carter is going to name everything after that kid,” one of the women in front of me said casually.“All the legacy,” the other replied. “Full inheritance. Ethan Carter. That’s what they’re saying in the news”My breath caught.The line shuffled forward, metal trays clattering, guards shouting for us to keep moving. But I felt frozen in place.All the legacy.After Ethan.Why?How?My mind refused to accept it.Just a month ago, no, not even that long, he stood in that hotel suite and told me something completely different.The memory hit me so sharply it felt real.The suite was dimly lit, warm gold lamps against dark wood panels. The city glittered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. I remember the smell of his cologne. I remember the glass of whiskey in his hand.He look

Chapter 229

REID'S POINT OF VIEWToday is my son’s birthday. For a moment this morning, I stood by the hospital window and just watched him through the glass. Three weeks ago, he arrived here pale, quiet, exhausted in a way no child should ever look. Today he was outside in the hospital garden, running, actually running, after a bright red ball, his laughter rising into the soft winter air. He didn’t look fragile anymore. He looked five. Five years old. The number settles deep in my chest. Five years I didn’t hold him. Five years I didn’t protect him. And yet today, he is here. Safe. Smiling. I couldn’t have been more grateful. The hospital garden had been decorated modestly, but beautifully. Karline had insisted on something simple because of the setting, but I made sure it was still special. Soft blue and white balloons tied carefully along the garden fence. A small table set under the shade of a tree. A cake with Ethan’s favorite cartoon character on it, slightly crooked icing, beca

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