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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.

her phone. “You can,” he

and the last pillar of her hope–the stubborn belief that there was a line he

on her phone shifted as Timothy pushed through the swinging doors of the ER. Then she saw Samuel, lying still on a hospital

boy was covered in angry red welts. His lips were bloodless, and his forehead was gleaming with sweat. A

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

Mrs. Hanson. I 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 you don’t leave my

slowly balled into fists at

second you waste debating,” Jeffrey added, his tone unchanged, “is another second

for control. “And what if I

He held her gaze. “Your heart is soft for everyone

chest. She wanted to fight, to scream, but her fear for Samuel

she

Jeffrey said, “is

gamble with Samuel’s life. If Samuel died because she was too proud to break,

a document across the coffee table toward her. “Then

disbelief. “Are you kidding me? Samuel is fighting for his life, and you’re just thinking about

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

“Right away,” Timothy replied.

call ended. Jeffrey stood, walked to the door, and locked it. He picked up the

Jeffrey, and it was like seeing a stranger. ‘How can anyone be this heartless?‘ she thought. ‘Our son is in the ER, and this is what’s

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it,” she said coldly, every word laced with hatred. “But I will

out a pen. “I just want you to stay.

willing,” she

replied simply.

eyes. The man in

said, his voice low. “Or I’ll text

treatment.”

She pressed down with so much

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