Chapter 93

The morning light streamed softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. The warmth of the sun should have been comforting, but my body still felt heavy, wrapped in the lingering shadows of last night's fear.

I stirred slightly, feeling the familiar presence of Mama beside me. Her arm was securely around me, her gentle breathing soothing. I clung to her dress instinctively, unwilling to let go. The faint scent of her perfume mixed with the warmth of her embrace, making me feel safe despite the unease still lingering in my heart.

"Noah, my love…" Mama's voice was soft, as if afraid to startle me. I felt her fingers brush through my hair, their touch featherlight. "Are you feeling better, my baby?"

I blinked up at her, my throat dry. My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Mama... you're still here?"

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Of course, my darling. I will never leave you."

The bed dipped slightly as Papa leaned in. His eyes, filled with guilt and concern, studied me carefully. "How do you feel, son? Are you in pain?"

I shook my head slightly, but my body still ached. The bandages wrapped around me reminded me of the terrifying moments I had endured. My small hands clutched Mama's dress tighter, seeking reassurance.

One by one, my sisters came in the room and moved closer. Charlotte sat beside me, unfolding a bundle of soft, custom-made pajamas. "I made these just for you, baby brother. Super soft, so you'll always feel warm."

Olivia smiled gently, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Would you like me to hum a song for you? It always helped when we were little, remember?"

Mia reached for her phone, playing a soft, calming lullaby. "Music always makes things feel better."

I tried to smile at them, my heart swelling at their care. Even though I still felt weak, their love surrounded me like an unbreakable shield.

Papa hesitated before reaching out, adjusting the pillows behind me. "Sit up slowly, Noah. I'll help you."

His hands were careful, but I could feel the slight tremor in them. Guilt weighed on him heavily. I glanced at him, seeing the regret in his eyes.

A soft knock interrupted us. The butler entered, pushing a small table with breakfast carefully arranged on it. "Breakfast is ready, Young Master. We prepared all your favorites."

Mama took the tray and placed it before me. "Come on, baby, you need to eat."

Papa hesitated for a moment before taking a spoonful of porridge. "Let me feed you, son. Please." His voice was low, almost pleading.

I looked at him, then at Mama, who nodded softly. Opening my mouth slightly, I allowed him to feed me. His hands trembled as he lifted the spoon to my lips. The warmth of the food settled in my stomach, and I tried to offer him a tiny smile.

The atmosphere, though heavy with emotions, was warm. My sisters watched over me, ensuring I ate enough.

Then, the conversation shifted.

Isabella crossed her arms, her sharp eyes narrowing. "We've started the interrogation. That kidnapper will talk soon."

Papa's face hardened. "I am personally making sure we uncover every last detail. No one who hurt my son will get away."

Mama's grip on me tightened slightly. There was a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Whoever dared to touch my baby will regret it."

The air in the room grew tense, but I barely registered it. The weight of everything pressed down on me, making my eyes sting. I wanted to believe I was safe, that nothing bad would happen again. But deep inside, fear still lurked.

I reached out and clutched Mama's sleeve. "Mama…"

She immediately turned her attention back to me, stroking my cheek. "I'm here, my love. Always."

I hesitated, my voice barely above a whisper. "You won't let them take me again… right?"

Her eyes filled with tears as she held me close, pressing another kiss to my forehead. "Never, my sweet baby. I will protect you with my life."

The warmth of her words surrounded me, and for the first time since waking up, I allowed myself to relax in her embrace. My family would never let me go. No matter how deep my fears ran, I knew one thing for sure—they would never let me be alone again.