Chapter 90

The moment the car screeched to a halt in front of the hospital, the doors were thrown open. Emma clutched Noah tightly in her arms, her body trembling as she rushed out, her heels clicking against the pavement. Her face was soaked in tears, her eyes filled with a desperation that sent a wave of sorrow through everyone who laid eyes on her.

"Doctor! Somebody help!" she screamed, her voice breaking as she held her son close to her chest, his tiny frame limp and lifeless.

The hospital staff had been waiting. The news of Noah's kidnapping had spread like wildfire. His mother, seven sisters, and father had made sure the world knew what had happened, warning their enemies that no mercy would be given if anything happened to their precious boy. The entire hospital was already on high alert, waiting for the moment they would arrive.

A team of doctors and nurses rushed forward, one of them—a middle-aged doctor with graying hair—immediately moving to check Noah's condition. His hands were steady, but his face betrayed his concern.

"Quickly! Prepare the rescue ward! We need immediate treatment!" he barked at the nurses, who scattered to follow his orders.

Emma refused to let go. Her grip on Noah tightened as she looked at the doctor with wild, tear-filled eyes. "Tell me he'll be okay! Tell me my baby is fine!"

The doctor hesitated, his eyes scanning Noah's bruised, bloodied body. His breathing was shallow, his pulse weak. "We'll do everything we can," he said, his voice calm but firm. "But right now, we need to act fast."

Reluctantly, Emma loosened her grip, allowing the nurses to take Noah from her arms. The moment her baby left her embrace, her legs gave out, and she nearly collapsed. It was only Sophia and Olivia who caught her, their own eyes filled with tears as they held their mother up.

"Mom, please, stay strong," Sophia whispered, her voice trembling.

Olivia wiped away her own tears. "We need to believe in him. Noah is strong. He'll fight."

Noah was quickly placed on a stretcher and rushed inside. Emma took a shaky step forward, wanting to follow, but the doctor raised a hand to stop her.

"We need to stabilize him first," he said gently. "You can see him after that."

Emma's entire body shook. Her heart screamed for her baby, but she knew she had no choice. She nodded weakly, her hands clenched into trembling fists as she watched her son disappear behind the emergency doors.

The family stood in agonizing silence. Emma's sobs were the only sound echoing through the hall.

Moments later, the hospital entrance was flooded with reporters and people who had heard the news. Security had to keep them at bay, ensuring the family had privacy. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating.

Then, a phone rang. Noah's father answered with a sharp, "What?"

"Sir, we've eliminated every last one of them except for their leader. We've captured him, as per your orders. We await further instructions."

A dangerous silence followed. Then, in a voice colder than ice, he ordered, "Lock him in the underground cell. Begin the interrogation immediately. Find out who gave the order to take my son."

"Understood, sir."

After ending the call, he turned to face his family. "We have the leader in custody. We will know soon who was behind this."

Isabella, the military expert, stepped forward, her jaw clenched, eyes burning with fury. "Let me handle the interrogation," she said. "I'll make sure he regrets ever being born."

He looked at her for a long moment before giving a nod. "Do what you must, but leave him alive. We need answers."

Before Isabella could say more, the emergency doors swung open, and the doctor stepped out. Instantly, Emma rushed forward, her hands gripping his coat. "How is my son? Is he awake? Tell me he's okay!"

The doctor took a deep breath. "He's out of danger, for now. We've stabilized him. But..." he hesitated, his gaze heavy.

"But what?!" Emma's voice rose in panic.

"He has not woken up yet," the doctor admitted, his voice grave. "That is very dangerous. If he does not regain consciousness within the next two to three hours... I'm afraid he may fall into a coma."

Emma's breath caught in her throat. The world around her blurred. "No... No, no, no..."

The doctor continued. "When Noah was first brought to this hospital after suffering abuse, I told your husband that if he ever went through something this traumatic again, his body might not be able to take it. If he doesn't wake up soon... I'm sorry, but we may not be able to bring him back."

Silence fell like a crushing weight. Emma staggered back, her hands covering her mouth. Her daughters surrounded her, their eyes wide with horror, their bodies frozen in place.

"No," Emma whispered, shaking her head violently. "Noah is strong. He'll wake up. He has to wake up."

But she couldn't stop herself from running. She stormed past the doctor and into the rescue ward, ignoring everyone's shouts. When she saw her baby lying there, covered in wires and machines, his tiny chest rising and falling so weakly, she collapsed to her knees beside the bed.

"Noah... my baby... my love... please, wake up," she pleaded, clutching his small hand in hers. "Mama is here. Please, open your eyes. Please..."

Tears streamed down her face as she pressed kisses to his bruised knuckles, her entire body trembling with grief and fury.

Her husband and daughters rushed in behind her. The sight of Emma on the ground, breaking apart, shattered what little control they had left.

"Mom..." Lily whispered, her voice broken as she knelt beside her.

They all joined her, surrounding Noah, holding onto each other. The strongest family in the world, the most powerful people in existence, were utterly powerless in this moment.

Two days passed. Noah still had not woken up.

In those two days, none of them left his side. His sisters took turns reading to him, holding his hands, whispering promises of love and protection. His father sat beside him, silently watching over him, never once letting go of his little hand. And Emma... Emma never stopped pleading, never stopped whispering words of love, never stopped believing.

But with each passing hour, the fear grew stronger.

What if he never opened his eyes again?