She finally had complete control over him.
She would never have to worry about him being too brilliant, too desirable, or getting snatched away by someone else again.
As the sharp click-clack of Iris's heels faded down the hall, Holden slapped the mattress. "Get me up."
Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward. "What do you need, boss?"
"Take me to see Miles."
One bodyguard draped a suit jacket over Holden's shoulders, slipped his shoes on, and carefully guided him into the wheelchair.
Holden was in Ward 3, the ophthalmology department. Miles was in Ward 12, neurosurgery. It was a tedious trek that required navigating through several connected buildings.
When they took the elevator down to the ground floor, the bodyguard realized it had started pouring rain.
Going back up for an umbrella would mean navigating the hospital elevators all over again. They were notoriously agonizing—stopping at every floor, painfully slow, and constantly packed shoulder-to-shoulder.
Just then, the bodyguard's eyes lit up. Standing right next to the wheelchair was a little boy. He was holding a bright orange umbrella, standing perfectly straight, looking every bit the polite, well-mannered child.
The bodyguard smiled warmly. "Hey there, little guy. Could Uncle borrow your umbrella for just a minute?"
He pointed toward a side door across the courtyard. They only needed to cross the small gap between the buildings. It wouldn't take more than two minutes.
Seth's little ears twitched. He tilted his head to look at the man in the chair.
Mr. Lockwood?
"No."
The bodyguard tried a more coaxing tone. "Come on, just a quick favor. My boss had eye surgery and he really can't get his bandages wet."
"I wouldn't care if it was raining knives on him."
"Whoa! Where did you learn to talk like that?"
Seth replied in his sweet, milky voice, "My umbrella is only for my dad."
Holden's fingers dug into the armrests of his wheelchair.
A warm laugh echoed from behind them. "Hey buddy, did you come down just to get me?"
It was Leland.
Holden gritted his teeth in the dark.
"Daddy, take the umbrella. It started raining out of nowhere and I didn't want you to get wet."


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