บททั้งหมดของ The Wife He Burned, The Queen Who Return : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The morning news cycle had barely begun when Victor Kane received the call. He was standing in his private office overlooking the river, coffee untouched on the glass desk in front of him, when his security director’s voice came through the encrypted line. “There was an incident at Evelyn’s estate last night.” Victor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What kind of incident?” “A breach.” The word hung in the air. Victor’s expression darkened. “How serious?” “Three intruders penetrated the outer perimeter. Attempted abduction.” Victor’s fingers tightened around the phone. “Abduction?” “Yes.” A cold silence filled the office. “Who was the target?” Victor asked quietly. “Silas.” Victor’s gaze shifted slowly toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. The river below moved calmly beneath the morning sun, completely unaware of the storm building in his chest. “And Evelyn?” he asked. “Unharmed.” Victor exhaled slowly. “And the attackers?” “In custody.” Another pause. “Police are han

The study was quiet again by late afternoon. Stacks of recovered Aurora files covered the long oak table. Digital screens glowed softly with encrypted data, archived research logs, and fragments of the hospital records Damian had spent weeks piecing together. The deeper they dug, the more complicated the truth became. Evelyn stood by the window reviewing one of the recovered financial documents while Damian searched through a newly decrypted archive file on his laptop. Most of the records were incomplete. Burned. Deleted. Intentionally erased. But every once in a while, something survived. Damian opened another file. Instead of medical data, an image appeared on the screen. He paused. It wasn’t a document. It was a photograph. The hospital hallway behind them was unmistakable. Bright fluorescent lights, pale walls, and emergency carts lined the corridor. But it wasn’t the setting that held his attention. It was the two people standing in the center of the image. Him.

Victor Kane never rushed decisions. He believed patience was power. The world belonged to those who waited long enough for everyone else to reveal their weaknesses. But tonight, patience felt like a threat. The private office inside Kane Tower was dimly lit, the city stretching endlessly beyond the glass walls. Midnight traffic moved far below like slow rivers of light. Victor sat alone behind his desk. His tablet displayed a secure medical database. Accessing it had not been simple. Three different hospital systems. Two encrypted research archives. A private pediatric registry that required executive authorization. But Victor Kane had spent years building influence in places most people never noticed. If information existed, he could reach it. He tapped the screen once more. The file finally opened. Patient Record: S.V. For a moment Victor simply stared at the initials. He had expected something strange. But not this. He began scrolling. Birth records. Emergency int

The storm arrived after midnight. Wind rattled the tall windows of the estate while rain poured heavily across the gardens outside. Lightning flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating the trees beyond the security walls. Inside the house, most of the lights had been dimmed for the night. Silas had finally fallen asleep hours earlier after insisting Damian read him a story. The boy had resisted going to bed at first, still shaken from the kidnapping attempt the night before. But eventually exhaustion won. Now the estate had grown quiet again. Evelyn sat alone in the study, reviewing the Aurora files spread across the large table. The desk lamp cast a soft pool of light over the documents while the storm outside deepened the shadows around the room. Her eyes burned slightly from reading. The more she learned about the experiment, the more unsettled she felt. Sixteen failed subjects. One survivor. Silas. She closed her eyes briefly and pressed her fingers against her templ

The word hung in the room long after Damian said it. “Yes.” Silas didn’t move. For a moment the boy simply stood there, staring at him. The storm outside had softened to a quiet rain, but the silence inside the living room felt heavier than the thunder that had shaken the house earlier. Evelyn’s heart pounded painfully in her chest. She hadn’t been ready for this. Not like this. Not with the truth falling into the room so suddenly. Silas looked from Damian to Evelyn. Then back again. His voice came small, uncertain. “You’re… my dad?” Damian took a slow breath. “Yes.” The boy’s brow furrowed slightly as he tried to understand. He looked down at the floor for a moment, processing the words in the way children do—slowly, carefully, trying to fit new pieces into a world that had always seemed simple. Then he looked up again. “But… Mom said my dad wasn’t here.” Evelyn stepped forward quickly. “Silas, sweetheart—” Silas held up a small hand. “Wait.” His eyes returned t