All Chapters of In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Olivia’s POVI had not slept throughout the night. The chair beneath me had long since molded itself to the shape of my exhausted body, and the thin hospital blanket Lucious had draped over my shoulders hours earlier now hung useless around my waist. He sat on the floor beside me, his back against the wall of the empty primary NICU, one hand resting on my knee in a comforting gesture. I had refused to let the nurses take my baby’s hat. That was the only comforting thing I had left of her.Virgil had left sometime after midnight, his face grey with fury, while Danny stared longer, before he was gone, promising to return the moment the deeper scan finished running. The private wing which had been almost a war zone had settled into the hollow quiet, and the only sounds were the soft sounds the nurses made while entering room by room.I stared at the empty incubator hard, remembering and basking myself in unfamiliarity without Celeste.Lucious’s voice was rough from disuse. “You’re going

Virgil’s POVI stood outside the glass of Celeste’s pod and could not shake the feeling that Julian had already planned ahead of us.The corridor was quiet and the low beep continued from inside the room where Lucious still sat with Olivia, the note now locked in my own pocket until I await further instructions. I had not slept in a while and the dark coffee in my hand had gone cold an hour ago.I opened the laptop on the rolling cart beside me and pulled up the investigation file again. I looked through every failed operation, until my head ached, but I realized that when we thought we were one step ahead, we were actually three steps behind, and I wondered how.Danny appeared at the end of the corridor carrying two fresh cups like a Saviour. He looked like he had been awake as long as I had, but who could sleep when we were all meant to watch baby Celeste.“We just interviewed the night-shift security officer again,” he said, handing me one. “He has almost the same story as everyone

Kane’s POVThe news hit the office at 19:47.An armed convoy was attacked on the river road. It was an empty ambulance with only the driver in it. Virgil’s voice on the secure line had been flat when he told me.“They knew it was a decoy almost after the attack. They didn’t even take the bait. The mole is still inside.”I sat at Lucious’s desk—my desk for now—and stared at the dark windows illuminating. The city lights looked too clean for what was happening across town. Jin stood near the door, still waiting patiently for instructions I clearly didn’t have. He has so far been the best assistant I’ve ever worked with, and I’m so grateful I got to meet him.“Sir?” He asked me politely, waiting to be called.“Get me every archived financial record from the year Julian left the country,” I said. “Funding trails. Private accounts. Anything that ever has his name in it. Dig it all up amd give it to me.”Jin nodded once and left.I stayed in the chair. The attack on the empty ambulance was

Kane's POVMy phone was already in my hand before I'd finished standing up.Celeste's name sat at the top of my recent calls, and I hit it without thinking, without breathing, the folder sliding off my lap and hitting the floor with a soft slap. Pages fanned out across the carpet. I didn't care.It rang once.Twice."Pick up," I muttered. "Pick up, pick up—""Kane?" Her voice came through groggy, confused, like I'd woken her. "It's almost midnight, what's—""Where are you right now. Exactly."A pause. I heard sheets shifting. "I'm home. I'm in bed. What's going on, you sound—""Is the door locked?""Yes, obviously, why are you—""Check it.""Kane, you're scaring me.""Good." My voice cracked on the word and I hated how it sounded, how raw it came out. "I need you scared right now. I need you to check the door."I heard her get up. The creak of a floorboard. Footsteps."It's locked," she said. "Kane, what happened? Is this about the hospital, did something happen with the baby—""The b

Kane’s POVI don’t know how long I stood there before Jim’s hand landed on my shoulder.“Boss.” His voice was careful, the way you talk to someone standing too close to a ledge. “Boss, talk to me.”I held up the card. Didn’t trust my own voice yet.Jim read it. I watched his jaw tighten, watched twenty years of security training fight against whatever human reaction was trying to climb up his throat.“Okay.” He said it slow, steady, like he was building a floor under both of us one board at a time. “Okay. We call it in. Full team, full radius, traffic cams, building cams, everything within six blocks starting from right now.”“He’s not going to be on a camera, Jim.”“Maybe not. But she has to have left some kind of trail. Nobody moves a grown woman out of a locked apartment without leaving something behind.”I looked around the kitchen again, really looked this time, forcing the panic back down into a box the way I’d learned to do in every hostile negotiation I’d ever walked into. No