chapter five
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“His Wrath”
At First City Hospital, tension clung to the air like a storm cloud waiting to burst. Logan Hall stepped out of the elevator, his tailored suit immaculate, but his eyes were blazing. Santos and a bodyguard immediately straightened as he approached, both visibly anxious.
“Mr. Hall,” Santos greeted with a deep bow, echoed by the bodyguard.
Logan didn’t slow his stride. “Where is she?”
“She’s in the operating room,” Santos replied carefully. “There were complications with the baby... the doctors aren't certain they can save it.”
Logan’s body went rigid. For a long time, he had quietly hoped the child would simply disappear. A clean slate. But not like this.
Not through violence.
Not at the cost of Olivia's suffering.
And definitely not while she bled in a sterile room alone.
A new fear gripped him not of death or loss, but of her wrath when she found out he hadn’t protected her.
His voice dropped to a dangerous calm. “Where are the perpetrators?”
Santos hesitated. Logan’s sharp gaze cut to him instantly.
Still, the butler avoided his eyes.
Growing impatient, Logan turned to his right-hand man. “Reynolds. Find out everything.”
Reynolds bowed immediately and disappeared. Minutes passed. When he returned, he too wouldn’t meet Logan’s eyes. He simply nodded toward the corridor.
“Down the hall,” he said quietly.
Logan followed the direction with steady steps. At the far end, a VIP room buzzed with soft chatter and muffled laughter. The door was slightly ajar. He stepped closer and peered in.
Inside, Mrs. Walker fussed over Ava, who lounged in the hospital bed like a queen. Mason Hall sat beside her, his hand resting lightly on hers, offering comfort. They looked content, at ease as though nothing had happened.
As if Olivia wasn’t lying in a different room, fighting for her life.
Logan’s jaw clenched so tight, the muscles in his face twitched.
“Mr. Hall,” Reynolds whispered.
Logan exhaled, forcing the rage down. “Buy all the shares in Walker Group,” he said coldly. “I want it done in two hours.”
Reynolds nodded, wide-eyed.
“And call Brian. I want him here in thirty minutes.”
He turned and walked away before Reynolds could mention that Olivia had just come out of surgery.
Inside Olivia’s Room
Doctors and nurses worked efficiently, clearing away tools and checking machines. Santos stepped back respectfully when Logan entered. The attending physician looked up.
“We managed to save the baby,” he said.
Logan exhaled.
“However, there were uterine complications. Future conception may be difficult. Both mother and child are stable now, but she needs complete rest.”
The doctor handed Santos a chart and left.
Logan stood frozen.
May be difficult to conceive again.
The words echoed like a curse.
Suddenly, her soft voice broke through the silence.
“…Logan.”
He snapped out of it and rushed to her side. Olivia’s face was pale drained of its usual glow but her eyes fluttered open to meet his. She tried to sit up but winced.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t expect to see them. I should’ve been more careful…”
He didn’t respond.
His silence unnerved her. The tension in his grip made her more uneasy.
“You’re the heir of the Hall family,” she said slowly. “You need to carry on the lineage. Maybe… we should…”
Before she could finish, Logan’s hand snapped up, gripping her jaw not enough to hurt, but enough to stop her from speaking.
Her eyes widened in alarm.
For the first time, she saw it.
Why they called him a madman.
His eyes blazed with something feral, unhinged. “Don’t even think about it,” he growled low. “You’re mine. Every part of you belongs to me.”
Just as fast, his hand dropped, and he stepped back.
Without another word, he turned and walked to the door.
“Santos,” he said coldly. “No one enters except doctors and nurses. She is not to leave.”
Santos bowed. “Yes, sir.”
Logan stepped out, gripping the doorknob briefly, then letting go.
Her considering leaving me…
Her blaming herself…
It angered him more than anything.
He wasn’t sure when it had happened. But the thought of losing her child or no child was unbearable.
He would raise her child as his own. He didn’t care about bloodlines anymore.
He just couldn’t lose her.
Outside, a sharp voice called, “Mr. Hall.”
Logan turned and saw Brian. Brian is golden-haired, with sharp green eyes. His resemblance to Olivia was unmistakable, though his features were more angular, his tone more clipped.
“I want all of Mason’s shares transferred to Olivia Tran,” Logan said coolly. “And his inheritance. You have forty-eight hours.”
Brian hesitated. “Old Master Hall won’t approve. Neither will Mason. Or your brother.”
“Do I look like I care?” Logan replied.
Brian said nothing.
Inside Ava’s Room
Oblivious to the chaos brewing, Mason held Ava as she sobbed. The miscarriage had taken a toll. Her face looked haggard, far older than her years.
Mason tried to comfort her, but his thoughts were elsewhere consumed by guilt and dread.
Then his phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, he stepped into the hallway.
“What did you do?” Wilson Hall’s voice exploded through the phone.
“Father?”
“You provoked Logan! I told you not to. Didn’t you divorce Olivia Tran? Then why am I hearing the inheritance is being transferred to her?”
Mason froze.
“Fix this! You’ve crossed Logan. Neither I nor your grandfather can save you now!”
Click.
The line went dead.
Confused and shaken, Mason’s phone buzzed again. It was an email.
TRANSFER NOTICE: You are hereby assigned to our Kenya branch.
His jaw dropped.
It looked like a promotion. He knew better. It was exile.
Panic surged. He needed to fix this. He had to see Logan apologize, beg if needed. Anything.
He turned the corner and stopped cold.
Logan was walking down the corridor… pushing a wheelchair.
In it sat Olivia.
She looked calm, distant. Her eyes met Mason’s briefly, and she instantly looked away, disgusted.
Mason’s heart dropped.
He stepped forward, desperate. “Olivia”
But Logan stopped the wheelchair.
“Baby?” he said, voice teasing.
“Let go,” Olivia snapped, trying to move the wheels.
Logan chuckled. “Ha.”
His laughter was magnetic, rich. Olivia blushed ears turning red. Logan’s gaze softened.
Then he looked up at Mason and his expression turned to ice.
“My wife detests your presence,” he said flatly.
The word wife hit Mason like a bullet.
“So, it was you,” Mason accused, pointing at Olivia.
Wrong move.
Logan’s gaze darkened. “Santos.”
The butler appeared instantly.
Before anyone could react, Santos grabbed Mason’s hand and snapped the pointed finger cleanly.
Mason screamed.
“Anything else?” Logan asked.
Mason clutched his hand, stunned.
Only now did he truly understand why Logan Hall was called a lunatic.
And why no one, not even family, crossed him.
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