“It was sent from your laptop, Verina,” I said softly. “While you were connected to the office Wi-Fi.”
The board members began whispering. Cole ripped the folder open, his hands shaking. He read the summary, then looked at Verina with wide, horrified eyes.
“You… you told me the doctors sent those to you,” Cole stammered.
“And here,” I continued, dropping a second document, “is the DNA confirmation. The children you abandoned in the delivery room? The ones you claimed weren’t yours? They are your sons and daughter.”
The silence in the room was absolute.
“You manipulated me,” Cole whispered, turning on Verina. “You ruined my marriage. You made me leave my children!”
“I did it for us!” Verina shrieked, losing her composure. “She wasn’t enough for you, Cole! She’s just a nurse! I built you! I made you who you are!”
“You made him a monster,” Rowan interjected coldly.
Mrs. Sterling cleared her throat. “Mr. Maddox, the integrity of this firm relies on judgment. You have demonstrated a catastrophic lack of it. Abandoning your family based on a lie? Allowing a subordinate to manipulate medical records?”
“I didn’t know!” Cole pleaded.
“You didn’t ask,” I said. “You didn’t trust me. You trusted a spreadsheet over your wife of seven years.”
Mrs. Sterling motioned to the security guards. “Ms. Low, the police are waiting in the lobby regarding charges of medical fraud and identity theft. Mr. Maddox… the board is voting to remove you as CEO, effective immediately.”
“No!” Cole slammed his hands on the table. “I built this company!”
“And you just destroyed it,” Mrs. Sterling said. “Escort them out.”
As Verina was dragged out, screaming threats, Cole slumped into his chair, a king without a kingdom. He looked up at me, his eyes wet.
“Harper… I… we can fix this. Now that we know the truth.”
I looked at the man I had once worshipped. I felt nothing.
“There is no ‘we’, Cole. My children have a guardian. And it isn’t you.”
We thought the victory in the boardroom was the end. We were wrong. It was only the opening move.
A week later, just as I was preparing for the triplets’ discharge, the hospital went into lockdown.
“Code Pink. NICU. Code Pink.”
The abduction alarm.
Rowan and I were in the cafeteria when the announcement blared. We sprinted. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Not again. Please God, not again.
We reached the NICU entrance. Security guards were wrestling a man to the ground near the supply closet. He was older, gaunt, wearing a stolen janitorial uniform.
I froze. I knew that face. It was aged, hollowed out by years of bitterness, but I knew it.
“Patrick?” I whispered.
My father. The man who had walked out on my mother and me fifteen years ago. The man who vanished into a bottle and never came back.
Rowan stepped in front of me. “Do you know him?”
“He’s my father,” I said, my voice trembling.
The guards hauled him up. Patrick looked at me, his eyes wild. “Harper, please! I just needed to see them! I needed a sample!”
“A sample?” Rowan demanded. “Of what?”
“Bone marrow! Stem cells!” a woman’s sharp voice cut through the chaos.
Elena Sullivan, my father’s second wife, stepped out of the waiting area. She was dressed in expensive furs, looking out of place and entirely unbothered by the violence.
“He’s dying, Harper,” Elena said, checking her nails. “Genetic marrow failure. He needs a close blood relative for a transplant. You weren’t a match. We checked your medical files years ago. But the babies… triplets increase the odds.”
I stared at her, revulsion rising in my throat. “You tried to break into a NICU to harvest my children for parts?”
“He’s your father!” Elena snapped. “You owe him life!”
“I owe him nothing!” I screamed, the anger finally exploding. “He left us to starve! He wasn’t there when Mom died! And now you think you can just take from my children?”
“We have rights,” Elena hissed. “Grandparents’ rights.”
“You have a restraining order,” Rowan said, holding up his phone. “I just called the police commissioner. They’re on their way.”
Elena’s eyes narrowed. She leaned in close to me. “This isn’t over, little nurse. You think you’ve won? You have no money. You have no power. We found a benefactor. Someone who wants those babies just as much as we do.”
She smiled, a cruel, knowing thing.
“Cole sends his regards.”
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