Morning broke under a clear, cloudless sky.
For the first time in several days, sunlight spilled over New York, bouncing off glass towers and filling the streets with an almost false sense of calm.
It should have been a beautiful morning.
Instead, it felt like silence right before an explosion.
The private hospital descended into controlled chaos.
Doctors hurried through the hallways.
Russo guards secured every entry point.
Phones rang nonstop.
No one noticed the bright weather outside.
All attention stayed locked on one name.
Victor Whitmore.
Scarlett wiped at her face, but the tears kept coming.
For years she had convinced herself she never wanted to see her father again.
Now the idea of losing him felt unbearable.
Dominic stood beside her, his expression unreadable.
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