“Who are you?” he asked.
“I’m nobody,” the boy whispered.
Ethan shook his head.
“No. Nobody doesn’t walk in here and find what fourteen doctors missed in one minute.”
The boy hesitated.
“I didn’t come to find it,” he said softly. “Someone told me.”
Ethan’s chest tightened.
“Who?”
The boy’s eyes flicked toward Olivia.
Just for a second.
But it was enough.
Ethan felt something crack inside him.
“Olivia,” he said slowly. “What’s going on?”
She forced a laugh.
“This is ridiculous. He’s just a kid looking for money.”
“I didn’t ask for money,” the boy said firmly.
Then one of the doctors leaned closer to the wall patch.
“This… isn’t normal,” he murmured.
Another tested the air.
His face went pale.
“There’s contamination.”
Ethan’s hands trembled.
“From what?”
“Possibly mold… chemicals… something that should never be in a nursery.”
Ethan turned back to Olivia.
“You designed this room.”
Her eyes flashed.
“Are you accusing me?”
“I’m asking why he looked at you.”
Before she could answer—the house manager burst in.
“Sir… the security footage. It’s gone.”
Ethan froze.
“Deleted?”
“Yes, sir. Only someone with top-level access could do it.”
Ethan slowly turned to Olivia.
Because he had given her that access.
Her chin lifted.
But her hands were shaking.
“Tell me the truth,” he said.
Tears filled her eyes.
But not the kind that come from love.
The boy stepped back toward the door.
“Don’t leave,” Ethan pleaded. “You’re the only one seeing this clearly.”
The boy swallowed.
“If I talk… they’ll hurt me.”
“Who?”
The boy looked at Olivia.
Then at the guards.
Then at Ethan.
“Your wife isn’t the only one who wants your baby gone.”
The room went cold.
Then the boy looked up—at the ceiling vent.
“It’s not just that patch,” he whispered. “It’s everywhere.”
Ethan’s heart dropped.
The air.
The system.
The entire room.
“Call the police,” Ethan ordered. “Lock the gates. Nobody leaves.”
Chaos erupted.
The baby worsened.
They tried to move her—but the hallway was blocked.
Marcus.
His head of security.
Standing there.
Armed.
Calm.
Wrong.
“Hand over the baby,” Marcus said.
Ethan’s blood turned cold.
Everything clicked.
The cameras. The air. The timing.
This wasn’t an accident.
It was a plan.
And Marcus was in control.
When the boy spoke again, it got worse.
“There’s another vent in the lounge,” he warned. “Don’t go there.”
Marcus snapped, “Shut him up.”
Ethan stepped in front of the boy.
“No one touches him.”
The truth unraveled quickly.