Chapter 15 - The Final Order
Ethan stood up from the bedside, his tears drying as a cold, absolute resolve settled over his face once again. He carefully replaced Eleanor’s oxygen mask, adjusted her blanket, and stepped back out of the glass enclosure, locking the door securely behind him.
He walked back up the stone steps into the bright, festive light of the grand entrance hall.
Claire was still sitting among the ruined present boxes, her eyes wide with terror as Ethan emerged from the darkness under the stairs. Damon sat frozen in the armchair, blood trickling from his lip.
Ethan walked past them without a word, stepping up to his lead bodyguard, who was still holding six-year-old Lily near the doorway. He reached out and gently stroked his daughter’s golden curls.
"You were right, baby," Ethan whispered softly to Lily. "Mommy is down there. And she's coming home."
He looked up at his bodyguards, his voice dropping into a cold, uncompromising command.
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"Seal the mansion doors," Ethan ordered, his dark eyes fixing onto Claire and Damon. "Call my personal tactical team and the federal prosecutor. Nobody leaves this room until every lawyer in this city knows what happened in this house."
Claire opened her mouth to scream, but before she could utter a sound, the heavy front doors slammed shut, locking from the inside with a definitive, heavy thud.
