The hospital loomed in the distance. Sirens wailed faintly from somewhere ahead as Dylan turned the car toward the emergency entrance.
Evelyn held Oliver tighter to her chest, her mind overwhelmed by chaos, fear, and desperation. If she lost her son, nothing else mattered. Not even her life.
Axel's eyes stayed on the boy, on the fragile thread of life slipping through Evelyn's fingers. For once, the great Axel Knight felt powerless.
"Let me carry him!" In a heartbeat, Oliver was already in his arms.
And in that moment, as the hospital doors appeared, one truth overwhelmed him: if this child was truly his, nothing and no one could take him away.
The car screeched to a halt, and the emergency team was already waiting outside.
Of course they were, this was Axel Knight's hospital. His name alone was enough to move mountains, and now, the staff scrambled like soldiers before a general.
"Please do your best to help!"
