All Chapters of Reborn: Make Them Pay: Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

An hour has passed since the last round of checks. The rush of doctors has thinned into something quieter, more routine. Callum has always been liked, even here. Nurses lingered longer than necessary, voices softer, movements slower, like they were rooting for him without saying it out loud. Now only one remains, stationed near the monitors, her presence light, almost unnoticeable. Callum is propped up in bed, the colour in his face still faint but there. His breathing is his own again, uneven at times, but steady enough to feel real. Five days. The number still sits wrong, heavy in a way that hasn’t settled. Time moved without me. Things shifted while I was unconscious, decisions made, pieces placed, and I wasn’t there to control any of it. His fingers shift against the sheet as if he’s reminding himself he’s still here. His gaze drifts to me, then lower, taking in the matching hospital gowns. The corner of his mouth lifts slightly.“Do I even want to know why you’ve been admitted, C

She pulls back slightly, her hand still resting against my jaw.Neither of us speaks.The space between us stays exactly where she left it.Then my phone vibrates against the bedside table.Once.Then again.The sound cuts clean through the room.Charlotte steps back first this time, the shift immediate, controlled. The warmth in her expression settles behind something sharper as she watches me reach for the phone.I answer without taking my eyes off her.The voice on the other end is low, professional.I listen.Then hang up.“What.”“Vance and Anya were transferred overnight,” I say. “Their legal team pushed for relocation under protective grounds.”Charlotte’s expression sharpens slightly.“Protective grounds.”“They argued conflict of interest,” I reply. “Claimed Hawkins influence compromised the original holding facility.”A quiet scoff leaves her.“Creative.”“Effective,” I say. “Especially with the right judge involved.”Silence settles briefly.Charlotte folds her arms loosely

The note trembles slightly between my fingers as I place it onto the table in my father’s office.Nobody speaks immediately.The room feels too still.Too heavy.Azriel stands beside the fireplace with his arms folded while my father rereads the address for the second time. Carter leans against the bookshelf nearby, expression hardening with every passing second.Callum sits closest to me.Quiet.Too quiet.I explain everything carefully. The penthouse. Anya’s confession. The way she slipped the note into my hand without the officers noticing.Then finally:“She wrote this.”Silence settles heavily over the room.My father studies the paper.“The warehouse.”Azriel nods once.“The same location Callum was found.”That changes the atmosphere immediately.Something colder settles over the room.Carter straightens first.“You think this is connected to what happened to Callum.”“I think it’s possible,” Azriel says evenly.My eyes shift toward my brother automatically.Callum hasn’t moved

The penthouse was officially classified as part of an active investigation less than twelve hours after the warehouse was discovered.Forensics took over the entire floor before sunrise.Which meant Vance and Anya were temporarily relocated under monitored confinement while investigators searched the property.That alone should’ve satisfied me.Seeing Vance removed from the penthouse should’ve felt like justice.Instead all I could think about was the baby.I can’t sleep.Every time I close my eyes I hear the sound of crying echoing through that warehouse.Tiny fingers wrapped around hospital blankets.Dark hair.Callum’s eyes.Then Vance’s mother screaming about a nanny that never came.Nothing feels simple anymore.Not revenge.Not betrayal.Not even hatred.The Hawkins manor is silent when I leave just after midnight. Most of the lights downstairs have been turned off, though I can still see the faint glow beneath my father’s office doors.Nobody tries stopping me this time.Azriel