Chapter 94

The night was heavy with silence, yet the warmth of Mama's embrace wrapped around me like an unbreakable shield. The lullaby she sang still lingered in the air, its melody soft and soothing, yet I could not escape the lingering shadows in my mind. Even as exhaustion claimed me, the fear remained—clawing at my heart, whispering cruel reminders of what had happened.

I didn't want to close my eyes again. Every time I did, I saw them. The darkness, the cruel laughter, the cold hands gripping me, taking me away from my family.

My tiny fingers clung to Mama's nightgown as I buried my face in her chest. "Mama…" my voice trembled. "Don't let them take me again."

She held me tighter, pressing gentle kisses on my forehead, her hand stroking my back in slow, comforting circles. "No one will ever take you from me, my love. Never again."

Papa sat beside us, his large, strong hands resting on my back protectively. "You're safe, son. I swear it." His voice was hoarse, filled with guilt and determination.

My sisters surrounded the bed, their faces marked with worry, their hearts heavy with anger and love. Isabella clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white, her military instincts screaming for justice. Sophia, ever composed, had tears in her eyes. Olivia stroked my hair, whispering soft reassurances. Lily, the youngest of my sisters, wiped her eyes, trying her best to be strong for me.

I felt all of it. Their love. Their pain. Their promise.

Yet the fear remained.

"Mama…" I whimpered. "I don't want to sleep alone."

Her grip on me tightened, her heart hammering beneath my ear. "You will never sleep alone, my baby. I am here. Your Papa is here. Your sisters are here. We will never leave you."

I clung to her, my small body trembling. "Promise?"

She pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes with the fiercest love. "I swear it on my life."

Papa leaned forward, his voice filled with raw emotion. "And I swear it on mine."

One by one, my sisters echoed the promise, their words wrapping around me like a blanket of warmth.

For the first time since waking up, the fear loosened its grip on my heart.

Morning arrived, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink, yet the atmosphere in the mansion remained solemn. My family had barely slept, their attention never wavering from me. Even the maids and butlers walked on eggshells, their worry etched into their faces.

The doctor arrived early, as promised. He checked my vitals, his brows furrowing in concentration. Mama never let go of my hand, her piercing gaze locked onto the doctor as if daring him to say something she didn't like.

"How is my son?" she asked, her voice firm but anxious.

The doctor sighed. "His vitals are stable, but his body is still weak. He needs complete rest."

"We're taking him home," Mama stated without hesitation.

The doctor blinked. "Mrs. Emma, I must insist—"

"No." Her voice was absolute, leaving no room for argument. "He is not staying here. I will not allow it."

"Madam, he needs medical supervision—"

"And you will provide it. At my home."

The doctor hesitated. "That's… highly irregular."

Mama's eyes darkened, her fierce energy filling the room. "Do you think I trust this hospital after what happened? Someone dared to take my child. I will not risk it happening again."

The doctor sighed, rubbing his temple. He knew better than to argue with the Queen of Business, especially when it concerned her son. "Fine. I will come to your home to monitor him. But he must follow strict bed rest."

Mama's expression softened slightly. "We will do whatever it takes."

A few hours later, preparations were made for me to be taken home. Papa personally oversaw every detail, ensuring security was at its highest. Isabella assigned bodyguards to surround the mansion, their orders clear—no one was to come near without approval.

Mama carried me herself, refusing to let anyone else touch me. As we left the hospital, I heard whispers. People were talking—about my kidnapping, about my family's wrath, about how the entire world had been shaken by what happened.

I was too tired to care.

The journey home was quiet, my body too weak to sit up. Mama held me close, her warmth keeping me safe. Papa's hand never left my leg, his touch reassuring. My sisters sat around me, their presence comforting.

When we arrived at the mansion, the butlers and maids were lined up, their eyes filled with sorrow and guilt. The moment we stepped inside, one of the maids fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face.

"Young Master… I am so sorry… I failed to protect you…"

I blinked at her, confused. "Maid sister… why are you crying?"

She sobbed, bowing her head. "Because… because I wasn't there…"

I reached out, touching her head weakly. "But… I had fun playing with you in the garden…"

A choked sob escaped her lips. "You're too kind, Young Master…"

Mama touched the maid's shoulder. "This was not your fault. But from now on, I will ensure this never happens again."

Papa stepped forward, his voice firm. "Security will be tripled. No risks."

My sisters exchanged determined looks. Olivia wiped my tears. "No one will ever touch you again, Noah."

Emily adjusted her glasses. "I'll improve the security systems."

Isabella's jaw tightened. "I'll personally train the bodyguards."

Charlotte wiped her eyes. "I'll design something to keep you safe."

Lily held my hand. "I'll stay with you always."

I listened to them, my heart feeling lighter. I was home. I was loved.

That night, Mama placed me gently on the bed. "You're home, my love."

I curled into her, feeling her warmth, my tiny fingers clutching hers. Papa lay beside me, his strong arms around us. My sisters sat nearby, watching over me.

For the first time since the nightmare began, I truly felt safe.

And as I drifted into sleep, I knew—no matter what happened, my family would never let me go again.