Chapter 3: The Bloodline Severed
Julian didn't hesitate. He crossed the room like a hurricane, ripping his mother’s hand off his wife with such force that Eleanor stumbled backward into the medical monitors, sending a heart rate machine crashing to the floor.
"Get away from her!" Julian roared, his voice booming over the deafening scream of the emergency alarm. He immediately threw his body over Clara, wrapping his large arms around her shaking frame. "Clara! Look at me, look at me, you're safe. I’m here."
Clara sobbed into his chest, her hands clutching his shirt like a lifeline. "Julian... she wanted to take the baby... she threatened us..."
Julian turned his head slowly toward his mother. The love and warmth he usually possessed had completely vanished, replaced by a cold, homicidal detachment.
"Julian, darling, listen to me," Eleanor stammered, her voice trembling as she looked at the shredded papers scattered across the floor. "I was doing this for you! She’s an opportunist! She’s trying to trap you—"
May you like
"Shut your mouth," Julian whispered, but his low tone carried more terror than his shout. He stood up, towering over the woman who gave him birth. "You are not my mother. Not anymore. You entered this room to assault my pregnant wife. You came here to kill my child."
Four burly hospital security guards, followed by two NYPD officers who were stationed in the lobby, burst into the room. The nurse pointed a shaking finger at Eleanor. "That woman forced her way into a high-risk patient's room and physically assaulted her!"
