Chapter 7
Hours later, morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of a private recovery suite on the hospital's VIP floor.
Sarah rested against a stack of crisp white pillows, her face pale but adorned with a soft, genuine smile.
Lucas sat in the chair beside her bed, holding her delicate hand and pressing gentle kisses against her knuckles.
"The baby is a fighter, Sarah... she looks just like you," Lucas whispered, his voice thick with profound affection.
"Did they catch her, Lucas? Did Chloe pay for what she did?" Sarah asked, her voice trembling slightly from the trauma.
"She's sitting in a federal holding cell right now, facing forty years without the possibility of parole," Lucas assured her firmly.
"How did you know to check the living room cameras so quickly?" Sarah asked, looking up at him with curious eyes.
"I didn't just check them; the system automatically uploaded the entire assault to our secure cloud backup," Lucas explained gently.
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"Technology finally saved our family when we needed it most," Sarah murmured, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"No one will ever breach our defenses again, I promise you that," Lucas vowed, kissing the top of her blonde head.
