The boy was born at full term, but his tiny body was alarming weak, a direct result of his mother's comatose state.
Julian stared down at the fragile infant, his gaze unreadable.
"Mr. Campbell?" Jensen Shaw asked tentatively. "What do you want to do with the child?"
"Send him away," he replied with chilling calmness.
He was fully aware of Janetta's pathetic surrogacy scheme.
Taking advantage of her deception, he orchestrated a ruthless swap, placing Helena's true son straight into Sebastian's arms.
The surrogate's actual baby had died shortly after a premature birth.
He had seamlessly switched them without a single soul noticing.
Partially, it was out of deep-seated selfishness.
But practically, the infant had inherited Sebastian's extremely rare blood type.
Decades ago, Sebastian had barely survived his own childhood illnesses.
As a result, the Hayes Corporation funded the absolute best medical research team specializing in that exact hematological condition.
Keeping the boy in Coralia carried a massive, fatal risk.
Furthermore, even if Helena miraculously woke up, she would be in no physical condition to care for a chronically ill newborn.
Weighing the brutal logic, Julian made the choice to send the boy away.
He erased every last trace of the transfer.
"Right away, sir," Jensen nodded firmly.
Leaving the neonatal ward, Julian drove straight to his aunt's private estate.
Because Helena's first daughter, Hope, was being secretly raised there.
Claire Campbell had taken the little girl in as her own.
The toddler was already a year old.
She was noticeably smaller than other kids her age, but at least she had finally clawed her way back from the brink of death.
He had given away the newborn boy.
But he knew that when Helena finally opened her eyes, she would at least have her daughter waiting for her.
Centering himself, he pushed aside his lingering doubts and walked inside.
...
Three months after the C-section, she finally showed signs of brain activity.
The second he got the call, he rushed straight to the VIP wing.
The doctors and nurses were stunned, declaring her awakening a genuine medical miracle.
She blinked, her mind foggy and disoriented.
"Lena, it's me," he whispered, leaning over the bed.
Her eyes tracked his movement, but she didn't speak, just stared at him blankly.
Having slept for so long, she needed time to process her surroundings.
He didn't rush her.

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