“We have an order,” he said, holding up documents. “Immediate removal of both minors.”
“What?” her voice broke. “No—that’s not possible—”
The accusations came fast, cold, rehearsed: neglect, addiction, exploitation.
Lies.
Every single word.
Sophie screamed as one of the agents reached for her. Emily clutched the newborn’s crib, sobbing uncontrollably, her body still weak from childbirth.
“No! Please! Don’t take them!”
The nurses froze, unsure, afraid.
And just outside—
Victoria stood watching.
Satisfied.
Certain she had regained control.
But she hadn’t accounted for one thing.
Richard Hamilton was no longer the man he had been the night before.
He arrived just as an agent grabbed Sophie’s arm.
“Let her go,” he said.
His voice thundered through the hallway.
Everyone stopped.
“I said let her go. Now.”
The authority in his tone was undeniable.
The agents hesitated.
Richard stepped forward, placing himself between them and the family.
He pulled out his phone.
“You’re going to walk out of here,” he said calmly, “or I will personally ensure your careers end before the day is over.”
Within minutes, the officials backed down.
They left.
And Victoria’s plan collapsed.