Chapter 1170

“You’re clever,” Miguel said, his tone calm despite the fire in her eyes. “You already know why I’m here. You’re coming with me. Everything else doesn’t matter. If you cooperate, no one gets hurt. But if you resist…”

His voice dropped, soft as silk but sharp as a knife.

“Your son will pay the price first.”

The words sliced through her like a blade. He was using her son to threaten her. Her head jerked up, eyes blazing. If she hadn’t been so weak from giving birth, she would have thrown herself at him without hesitation. No mother could bear seeing her child used as a pawn.

But she steadied her breathing, forcing her fury behind a mask of calm. Her expression was unreadable, though her heart raged like a storm. After a long silence, she said quietly,

“I’ll go with you.”

A satisfied smile tugged at Miguel’s lips.

“Maxine was right about you. Smart, composed. I like that.”

Elliana ignored him completely. She only wanted to get him out of the hospital before things spiraled further out of control. She went to Jason and knelt beside him. The pill she’d given him had taken effect. The bleeding had stopped, and a faint color had returned to his face, but his strength was hanging by a thread.

Jason rasped, self-blame choking his voice. Blood threatened to rise again.

“Don’t say anything,” she said softly, cutting him off. “You did everything you could. I don’t blame you.”

Her voice gentled. “Your injuries are serious. You need proper care and complete rest.”

She reached for a pen and paper, scribbled a quick prescription, and pressed it into his trembling hand.

“Take this as directed and rest. I have to leave now. Please—protect my son.”

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Rising to her feet, Elliana turned and walked toward Miguel.

Jason’s instinct was to follow, but pain ripped through his body the moment he tried to stand. His legs buckled, and his men barely caught him before he hit the floor.

Helpless, he watched as Elliana and Miguel moved toward the staircase, the sight carving deep into his chest like a knife of self-reproach.

But just when despair threatened to swallow Jason, two figures appeared at the top of the stairs—a man and a woman.

The entire hallway froze. Even Miguel paused mid-step. When he saw who it was, a faint frown crossed his face.

For Elliana and Jason, shock turned into disbelief, then overwhelming joy.

“Donovan!”

“Seth!”

They called out together.

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Message from Noah: Sorry for the delay, dear ones. I wanted to bring as many chapters as I could—there were 18 novels, so it was a lot to go through. Still, I hope you enjoyed the chapters. God loves you, and Noah wishes you all the best. (?O?=)? ?

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