Chapter 2 - Unveiling the Dark Secret Hidden Beneath Tiny Wrists
Lucas gently lifted the edge of the engraved silver bracelet resting against infant Alma's soft skin.
The hotel lobby’s ambient noise seemed to fade into absolute silence as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.
Beneath the metal band, a faint, jagged surgical scar curved across the baby’s tiny pulse point.
It wasn't a natural blemish or a birthmark; it was the distinct signature of a hurried medical procedure.
Lucas froze, his blood running cold as a wave of protective fury surged through his chest.
“Elena, look at me right now,” Lucas commanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low register.
Elena pulled her navy-blue trench coat tighter around herself, her eyes refusing to meet his direct gaze.
“What is this mark, Elena? Who cut my daughter?” Lucas demanded, his hands trembling with adrenaline.
“Not here, Lucas; there are eyes everywhere, and your mother’s security is watching this corridor,” she whispered frantically.
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“I don't give a damn about my mother right now; explain this scar immediately,” Lucas insisted fiercely.
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