Chapter 9
The elevator doors closed, shielding me from the dark nightmare unfolding inside my former home.
Within three minutes, I was loaded into an armored medical transport vehicle racing through the city streets.
Four motorcycle escorts with flashing red lights cleared the rainy New York avenues ahead of us.
Dr. Mercer stabilized my broken arm with a vacuum splint while monitoring my baby’s vitals on her tablet.
“You’re doing wonderful, Lena,” Dr. Mercer assured me softly, wiping my forehead with a cool towel.
“The baby’s heart rate is stabilizing thanks to the medication.”
“Will my baby be okay?” I sobbed, gripping her gloved hand with my uninjured fingers.
“Your father built a state-of-the-art neonatal ICU unit at the hospital three years ago specifically for you,” she revealed.
“He has had a team of top obstetricians on standby every single day since he found you.”
Tears overflowed my eyes as I realized how deeply my father had been watching over me from the shadows.
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My mother had kept me hidden to protect me, but Vincent had never truly abandoned his daughter.
Ten minutes later, the armored transport pulled directly into the private underground bay of St. Jude’s Hospital.
