Lucien took the phone, read the message without changing expression, and then returned it while his eyes hardened into something colder than anger.
He said, “If he thinks influence protects him, then he has never faced consequences at my level of power.”
The vehicle accelerated toward Aster Ridge Private Hospital, where staff were already waiting as if alerted in advance by forces she did not understand.
Adeline screamed as another contraction tore through her body while Lucien ordered preparations through a direct communication line, his voice calm but absolute.
He said, “Secure the delivery suite and restrict all unauthorized access immediately,” while the city blurred past outside the armored windows.
Adeline clung to his coat and whispered, “I am scared of losing everything right now,” while he answered without hesitation, “You will not lose them while I am standing here.”
The hospital entrance was surrounded by security personnel who immediately recognized Lucien and stepped aside without question as he carried her inside.
Inside the main lobby, Adeline saw a group of men in expensive suits shouting behind security barriers, and she realized Nick had already arrived.
Nick shouted through the glass, “Those children belong to me and no one will take them away from my authority,” while banging against the divider.
Lucien did not look at him even once, continuing forward with deliberate focus while doctors rushed toward them with a stretcher.
Adeline was wheeled into a sterile room where medical staff prepared for emergency delivery, while fear and pain blurred every sound into fragments.
A doctor announced, “There is fetal distress and immediate intervention is required,” while Adeline reached out desperately for reassurance.
Lucien leaned closer and said, “You will not be alone in that room even for a single moment,” while she was moved toward the operating suite.
Adeline whispered through tears, “Who are you to me in this moment,” while Lucien finally answered with something that shattered her understanding of identity.
He said, “I am the man your mother wrote to the night before she died, and I am also the one who should have found you sooner.”
Before she could process those words, anesthesia pulled her into darkness while the world dissolved into light and silence.
