In the private hospital, Max lay peacefully asleep in his bed. Louis sat nearby, keeping watch.
"He'll wake up soon. They didn't give him much of the drug, so there's no need to worry." Louis reassured Catherine, who was sitting by the bed, her injured foot now bandaged.
"Who would want to take him? He's just a child," Catherine asked, her voice heavy with concern.
Louis exchanged a look with Lorenzo, which didn't escape Catherine's notice.
"Is there something you're not telling me?" she pressed.
Louis sighed. "I'm sorry, Catherine. We believe the people who took Max are enemies of our family. They probably thought Max was connected to the Anderson family and targeted him because of that."
"But he's just my son..."
Catherine wanted to argue, but after a glance at Louis, she fell sil
