All Chapters of The Billionaire Ex's Secret Baby: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Noah POV: The question stayed on the screen, refusing to leave my mind: Who else was he working for? For several seconds, none of us moved.Richard Hale was gone. His office had been emptied, his car abandoned, and the man whose voice had appeared in Room 814 had vanished before we could reach him.But as I stared at the frozen footage again, something else pulled at me. It wasn't his voice anymore. It was the image. The man stood partly hidden in the shadows, his face turned away from the camera, but one hand remained visible. The silver watch caught the light, and the long scar across the back of his hand was impossible to miss. I leaned closer, with Tracy beside me and Daniel standing silently behind us. I replayed the moment. The hand moved across the table, the watch flashed, and the scar appeared again. Then a memory surfaced. Victor. My uncle. The old Kingston house. A dinner from years ago. I remembered Victor reaching for a glass and his sleeve shifting enough to reveal that

Noah POV:The notification stayed on the screen, bright and impossible to ignore. PRIVATE ACCOUNT ACCESS REQUESTED. I stared at it for several seconds without moving. Someone was trying to open the exact file we had just discovered, and the timing was far too perfect to be an accident. I turned toward Daniel, but he was already reaching for the keyboard.“Trace it.”His fingers moved quickly as he followed the access request.Tracy remained beside me, her hand still locked around mine, and I could feel the fear and tension in her grip. I was afraid too, but neither of us could stop now. The private medical account had existed for years, the baby's identification number was connected to it, and someone still had access to the file. Daniel broke through the first security layer, then the second. A warning filled the screen: RESTRICTED KINGSTON MEDICAL TRUST. My jaw tightened.The Kingston name had always been powerful enough to open doors, but tonight it was opening doors that had been

Noah POV: The words on the old transfer form refused to leave my mind: DO NOT RELEASE THE CHILD TO EITHER PARENT. I read them several times, each reading making the sentence feel heavier. Tracy stood beside me, staring at the same document while the quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the room. Only minutes earlier, we had thought we were finally getting closer to the truth. Now, we had another mystery. Why would anyone protect a baby from both parents?The instruction did not accuse either of us of being dangerous, nor did it say we had abandoned the child. It simply ordered the hospital not to release the baby to either parent. Tracy finally pointed out that the wording sounded temporary.There was no permanent custody order or declaration that either parent had lost their rights. It was only a restriction, something meant to remain in place until another authorization was given or whatever danger existed had passed. I leaned against the desk, studying the paper.“Then what wer

Noah POV:The words remained on the screen, stark against the darkness of the archive: SECONDARY AUTHORITY: ACTIVE. I stared at them without blinking, barely aware of the tension that had settled across my shoulders. One hand rested against the edge of the desk while the other stayed close to Tracy's, neither of us willing to break the silence.We had finally uncovered something that connected my father, the Kingston Family Emergency Protocol, and the baby who had been taken from the hospital that night, yet the answer we needed most was still hidden, the identity of the person holding the secondary authority. I reached for the keyboard, ready to force my way through the restriction, but Tracy's quiet voice stopped me.“Wait.”My fingers froze above the keys, and I turned toward her. She was still studying the screen, tension visible around her eyes, but fear had not taken over. She was thinking.“We know the identity is restricted,” she said, keeping her voice low.“Trying to force o

Noah POV:The fresh access on my phone changed everything. Someone had entered the old Kingston property recently, and more importantly, they had accessed the same family system we had been tracing. Tracy stood beside me near the service entrance, watching the dark house with the same cautious expression I knew was reflected on my face.“We need to be careful,” she said quietly. I nodded, already feeling the temptation to walk straight through the door and finally uncover whatever had been hidden there.But I had learned enough from the past to know that rushing toward an answer could destroy the chance of finding the truth. I tried the door instead, and it opened without resistance. I froze for a moment. The lock had not been forced. Someone had simply left it unsecured. Tracy stepped closer, her eyes moving over the entrance.“Someone wants this place to be accessible.”I considered the possibility that whoever had been here might have left in a hurry, but neither explanation made m