Chapter 3 - THE SHOCKING CONFRONTATION
Lucas dropped to his knees right there in the middle of the hospital hallway, completely ignoring the sterile floor beneath his tailored trousers. He reached out a trembling hand, stopping just inches short of touching the cheek of the little boy in grey.
"What are their names?" Lucas choked out, tears finally breaking free and tracking down his face.
"This is Liam," Nataly said softly, gently patting the boy in powder blue. "And this is Noah."
Liam took a small step forward, looking curiously at the tall man in the expensive suit weeping before him. "Are you the man from Mommy's photo frame, mister?"
The innocent question hit Lucas like a physical blow, shattering whatever emotional defenses he had left. He pulled both boys into a fierce, protective embrace, burying his face into their soft shoulders as five years of unresolved grief washed over him.
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Nataly watched them through a blur of tears, placing her hand gently over her mouth to muffle her soft sobs.
Behind them, a tall man wearing a sharp grey overcoat stepped into the corridor, holding a thick leather folder under his arm. "Mr. Vance, we need to move the children immediately; your father’s security team just tracked your cell phone location."
