After Belinda had called Harrell, Lance couldn't shake a bad feeling. He had texted Aaron to keep a close watch on her.
Who would have guessed a disaster would strike that very night.
His gaze was predatory. "Why did she take Lanny to the hospital?"
Aaron looked completely drained. "Susan said it was for a DNA test."
The temperature in the car instantly plummeted to freezing.
Lance clenched his jaw, the muscles feathering along his cheekbones as if he were trying to crush his own teeth. He adjusted his cuffs, his eyes darkening with lethal intent. "Call Geoffrey. Tell him to get to the hospital and pick up his trash."
"Yes, Boss!"
Half an hour later, inside a VIP hospital room.
Belinda had a gauze pad taped to her forehead, a faint spot of blood seeping through. She was deathly pale, repeatedly asking Susan, "Are you absolutely sure Lanny is okay?"
"He's fine. Thank heavens Aaron got there in time and stopped them."
Susan had been shoved to the ground repeatedly, bruising her arms. Recalling the terrifying scene still sent violent shivers down her spine.
She had been knocked down, in too much pain to stand, forced to watch those thugs carry Lanny away. Just as they were about to throw him into a van, a fleet of SUVs had swerved into the lot, completely boxing them in.
The headlights had blinded half the block. After Aaron snatched Lanny back, Lance's security team had descended on the kidnappers, beating them within an inch of their lives.
The agonizing screams echoing through the hospital grounds in the dead of night had been bloodcurdling.
At Susan's age, the sheer terror of the ordeal had sent her blood pressure through the roof.
"Who were those people? Where is Lance?"
Belinda was furious and terrified. She had nearly caused an irreversible tragedy. Even if the boy wasn't Lance's biological son, he absolutely could not be snatched away on her watch!



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