The comments section beneath the broadcast was a cesspool of abuse. The public had been whipped into a frenzy, demanding a full investigation into the Dunn family. The Hardings were weaponizing the media and their connections to back us into a corner with no way out.
"Young Heir, we've got a problem!" Harry burst out of the elevator.
"Quinton Harding's here with cops and health inspectors! They're claiming we're holding Thomas against his will and demanding to search the hospital!"
"And there's more. A whole squad of mercenaries has the building surrounded. Our guys can barely hold the line!"
I walked to the window and looked down.
The hospital courtyard was swarming with armed officers and black-clad private security, shoulder to shoulder.
Quinton sat in a wheelchair with bandages wrapped around his head, a bullhorn raised to his lips as he shouted up at the building.
"Reginald Dunn! You're surrounded!"
"Hand over Thomas Harding and turn yourself in! Otherwise, today is the end of the Dunn family!"
Malcolm grabbed my arm. "Reggie, don't go out there. Let me handle them. If it comes to it, we go back to the old ways and fight."
I looked at the gray streaking my father's temples, and something twisted in my chest.
A mortal, even a syndicate boss, was still nothing against a dynasty backed by real money and real power. Fragile as glass against a battering ram.
But I was no mortal.
"Dad, stay here and watch over Thomas."
I shrugged off my blood-stained jacket and rolled up my sleeves.
"The Hardings want to crush me? Today I show them who really holds the power."
I shoved open the corridor window. Before anyone could react, I vaulted over the ledge and dropped three stories straight down.
BOOM.
I landed square on top of the fountain statue in the hospital courtyard, the impact sending a shockwave through the stone.
Within seconds, over a dozen gun barrels swung toward me in unison, black muzzles steady and cold.
Foreign mercenaries. Quinton had paid top dollar for them.
Quinton sat in his wheelchair, and the moment he saw me land, a flicker of manic satisfaction lit up his eyes.
"Well, well. You've got guts, I'll give you that."
"Unlawful detention. Assault. Aggravated battery." His lips curled into a sneer. "And let's not forget the Dunn family's colorful history. You're going to rot in prison until the day you die."