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Chapter 155

Chapter 155

Jeffrey was sitting on the sofa, the picture of calm. His eyes landed on the frantic Rebecca as he said flatly, “He’s not out of the woods.”

Rebecca tried to steady her racing mind. This was the Hanson Group’s hospital, one of the best in the world. They could fix this. “What did the doctors say? What did he react to? What are his symptoms?”

“I haven’t authorized them to treat him,” Jeffrey said, locking eyes with her.

The words seemed to hang in the air, making no sense. “What?”

“Let me be clearer,” Jeffrey said. “Samuel’s survival depends on you. On whether or not you come back home.”

For a heartbeat, she just stared. Then the horror crashed over her. “Are

you insane?”

This was pure fury, unlike anything she’d felt before. She never dreamed he would use their son’s life as a bargaining chip. “He is your son, too,” she shrieked. “Don’t you even care if he dies?”

“That’s why I left the door open for you,” Jeffrey said with that same chilling calm. “I’ve been waiting for your answer.”

Rebecca froze as the pieces clicked into place with horrifying clarity. Lena must have called Jeffrey first. He knew she’d come, and he’d been waiting to bargain with her.

“The choice is simple. You agree to be Mrs. Hanson again, and I’ll make one phone call to save Samuel’s life,” Jeffrey stated. His calm, even tone was a form of torture, pressing down on her. “Otherwise, he’s on his own.”

“You wouldn’t do this to him,” Rebecca said, trying to stay calm.

Jeffrey was cruel, but he’d always been a good father. He was Samuel’s dad. She couldn’t believe he would risk Samuel’s life like this.

“Wanna bet?” Every word was a threat. “Go ahead and gamble. Just be sure you can live with the consequences of losing.”

Rebecca stared, searching his face for any sign of a bluff. But there was nothing.

Fumbling for her phone, she placed a video call to Timothy. “Dr. Johnson, how is Samuel?”

“He’s in the ER,” Timothy said, turning the camera so Rebecca could see. “Mr. Hanson gave a direct order. No one touches Samuel without his say–so.”

“Can I just see him?” Panic was rising in her throat like bile. Her gut screamed that this was all some twisted game, but the tiny, terrifying “what if” was choking her.

Timothy didn’t say anything.

glanced at her phone. “You can,” he said, his

shot back to Jeffrey, and the last pillar of her hope–the stubborn belief that there was a line

swinging doors of

bloodless, and his forehead was gleaming with sweat. A

sent a spike of pain through Rebecca’s heart. Her head snapped up, her eyes locking on Jeffrey. “What the

don’t want to hear another word about divorce,” Jeffrey said, lifting his eyelids lazily as if nothing bothered him. His voice was so slow and steady. “And

fists

added, his tone unchanged, “is another

lip, fighting for

as if stating a law of physics. He held her gaze. “Your heart is

dug into her palms, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the agony ripping through her chest. She wanted to fight, to

she choked out.

Jeffrey said, “is

because she was too proud to break, she would spend the rest of

across the coffee

Samuel is fighting for his life, and you’re just thinking about the damn agreement?

the phone in her hand. “You can begin treatment. Call me

“Right away,” Timothy replied.

door, and locked it. He picked up the agreement and held it in front of her face. “Now you can

this heartless?‘ she thought. ‘Our son is in the

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she said coldly, every word laced with hatred. “But

said, holding out a pen. “I just want you

isn’t willing,” she

this,” he replied simply. “And that

The man in front of her was someone she didn’t

held the pen out. “You have ten seconds,” he said, his voice low. “Or

treatment.”

down with so much force that the

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