The quiet fourth-floor hallway felt ice cold.The soft hum of the ceiling air vents blew a faint draft across the polished tile floor. A quiet electronic beep chimed from a nurse's station down the corridor, but no one came walking out.Noah stood completely still, his boots glued to the floor. Under his jacket, he held the heavy iron box tightly against his ribs."Clara..." Noah said, his voice low and steady. "You're Sarah's daughter. You're our sister."Clara Vance did not blink. Her sharp blue eyes, identical to Noah’s, stayed locked on his face. Her thumb remained resting lightly on the blue button of the silver remote control."Arthur Vance raised me," Clara said, her voice flat, cool, and professional, like a doctor giving bad news to a family. "He gave me his name, he paid for my medical degree, and he taught me how William Reed built his empire. I am not part of your little family, Noah."Julian took half a step forward, keeping his palms open and visible. "Arthur lied to you
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