Michael lay motionless on the bed, his tiny frame trembling as sweat soaked through his clothes. His breathing was uneven, his face pale and fragile. Heaven knelt beside him, her hands shaking as she touched his burning forehead. Tears blurred her vision, but she blinked them away. Now wasn't the time to break.
The door burst open, and the doctor rushed in, his medical bag clutched tightly in his hands. Jayden followed closely behind, his expression tense.
"Check him," Dylan ordered, his voice calm but carrying an underlying edge.
Heaven barely spared him a glance, all her focus on Michael.
The doctor quickly set to work, examining the boy while the room remained deadly silent. The only sound was Michael's shallow breathing and Heaven's soft whispers as she stroked his hair.
After what felt like an eternity, the doctor straightened. "His fever is dangerously high. His immune system is weak, and this stress isn't helping. He needs proper rest and immediate medication."
"Then do whatever is necessary," Dylan said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion.
Heaven snapped her head up, her eyes burning with fury. "Like you care!"
Dylan's gaze met hers, dark and unreadable. For a split second, something flickered in his eyes—something almost… human. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual smug indifference.
"Believe whatever you want," he said, slipping his hands into his pockets. "But if I wanted him dead, he wouldn't be breathing right now."
Heaven's breath hitched, pure hatred clawing at her chest.
"You're a monster," she spat, standing abruptly. "You did this. You took everything from us, and now my brother is suffering because of you!"
Dylan only smirked, stepping closer until he towered over her. "Careful, kitten," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. "Your claws are showing."
Heaven's hands clenched into fists at her sides. She wanted to slap that infuriating smirk right off his face, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to her.
Michael whimpered softly, and Heaven immediately turned back to him, her anger momentarily replaced with worry. The doctor handed her some medicine and instructed her on what to do. She nodded numbly, her heart aching for her little brother.
Dylan watched her for a moment before turning on his heel.
Jayden hesitated, glancing between the two before following Dylan out of the room.
In the hallway, Jayden finally spoke. "Boss… why are you doing this?"
Dylan stopped but didn't look back.
"Because he's hers," he muttered under his breath before walking away, his fists clenched at his sides.