CHAPTER 6
Four hours later, as the first rays of dawn broke over the snow-capped peaks of the Sierra Nevada, the convoy pulled through massive security gates.
The private estate in Lake Tahoe sat nestled deep within a private pine forest, completely hidden from public roads, satellite imaging, and federal surveillance.
The three-story timber and stone mansion featured floor-to-ceiling bulletproof glass, private helipads, and a state-of-the-art medical wing built into the lower level.
Medical staff met the transport at the underground garage entrance, wheeling Emma directly into a private, sterile delivery suite.
Nathan walked alongside her bed, refusing to let go of her hand even as nurses adjusted her intravenous fluids and checked her blood pressure.
"The contractions have slowed down thanks to the magnesium drip, Mr. Romano," Dr. Harrison reported after completing a detailed ultrasound scan. "The baby is healthy, but the mother needs complete, absolute bed rest until the thirty-eighth week."
"She will have whatever she needs," Nathan declared sternly, standing over the bed like an impenetrable shield. "No expense spared, no security compromised."
Emma rested back against the soft white pillows, looking around the luxurious room that looked more like a five-star hotel than a hospital.
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"You turned a mountain retreat into a private clinic," Emma noted softly, her voice raspy from exhaustion and emotion.
"I built this place six months ago when my intelligence team traced your credit card to Salt Lake City," Nathan revealed quietly, sitting beside her. "I knew I would find you before he was born."
