Upstairs, chaos.
Richard stood frozen. His wife, Isabelle, was sobbing uncontrollably. Eight doctors surrounded the incubator.
“Nothing is working,” the chief physician said quietly. “There’s a severe airway obstruction, but scans show no visible foreign object. We suspect a rare internal mass.”
Richard’s voice cracked. “Do something.”
“We’ve done everything.”
Then Leo appeared in the doorway.
“Excuse me, sir… I came to return your wallet.”
Isabelle turned sharply and gasped.
“Who let this filthy kid in here?!”
Security moved toward him.
Richard barely glanced over. “Not now, son. We’re losing our child.”
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