Chapter 8 - THE HOSPITAL CORRIDOR
Heavy footsteps echoed sharply down the linoleum-paved hospital hallway outside room 404.
Two armed private security guards in sharp black suits stopped directly outside the open glass door.
They stood at rigid attention, their presence instantly transforming the sterile recovery ward into a high-security zone.
Mark turned toward the doorway, his anger flaring back up as a defense mechanism against his rising panic.
"Who called security? Get these men out of my wife's room right now!" Mark shouted, pointing aggressively at the guards.
The lead guard stepped inside the room, completely ignoring Mark and walking straight up to Clara's bedside.
He dipped his head in a respectful, flawless bow before addressing the exhausted mother holding her newborn.
"The legal team has secured the premises, Ms. Vance. Federal marshals are en route to serve the injunctions," the guard reported.
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Clara nodded slowly, adjusting the striped blanket around her baby with infinite gentleness.
"Thank you, Agent Miller. Please escort Mr. Sterling and his mother off the hospital floor immediately," Clara commanded.
