Raphael Moreau rushed toward the hospital entrance, his face flushed with anticipation. His powerful uncle's arrival was precisely the game-changer they needed against Percival Covington. As he hurried through the sliding glass doors, he spotted a sleek black limousine pulling up to the curb.
The car door opened. A tall man in an immaculate suit stepped out, his commanding presence causing nearby hospital staff to instinctively move aside. Raphael straightened his posture and plastered on his most respectful smile.
"Uncle, thank you for coming so quickly."
The man nodded, his face a mask of controlled emotion. "Take me to Eleanor."
Meanwhile, in the ward, Jasper paced near the window, casting suspicious glances at Orla who sat primly beside Eleanor's bed, playing the role of the devoted daughter.
"Are you sure?" he whispered harshly, pulling Orla into the corner. "About the baby?"
