Ethan froze in place, visibly shaken by the news. He wasn't Liam's father, but the thought of the boy in danger sent a visceral pain through his chest. It felt like his heart was being squeezed in an iron grip. A wave of deep frustration washed over him. He shut his eyes briefly, fighting to maintain his composure. Clenching his jaw, he whispered, "Isabella... Liam..."

His eyes snapped open, resolve hardening instantly. He turned to Benjamin. "Get the car. We're leaving for the hospital now."

Benjamin didn't hesitate. "Right away, Mr. Blackwood," he responded swiftly, rushing toward the vehicle.

Ethan spun on his heel and marched toward the black Maybach idling at the curb. He slid into the backseat without another word, and they sped off toward the medical center.

The hospital room was heavy with exhaustion. Isabella sat slumped in a chair beside Liam's bed, having finally succumbed to restless sleep. The steady beeping of monitors provided the only sound in the sterile silence.

Ethan's arrival shattered the quiet. His commanding presence filled the doorway, with Benjamin following like a shadow.

Daniel glanced up from the sofa where he'd been keeping watch. His eyes briefly met Ethan's, a flicker of distance and regret passing between them. Their former friendship had long since eroded into tense estrangement.

Ethan's voice cut through the tension, calm yet urgent. "How is he?"

He moved closer to the bed, his gaze fixed on Liam's pale, delicate features. An unexpected tightness gripped his chest as he looked down at the boy.

Daniel's eyes burned with fury and helplessness as he watched Ethan.

The impulse to knock him out and force him to undergo the procedure himself was almost overwhelming. But Daniel held himself back, jaw clenched in restraint.

"The donor..." Daniel's voice faltered as he struggled to contain his anger. "She took Isabella's money and fled the country."

Ethan's head snapped up, his sharp gaze locking onto Daniel. "What did you say?"

Daniel's tone turned grim. "Liam's condition... is deteriorating. We're running out of time."

Ethan's eyes drifted to Isabella, her face pale and etched with exhaustion even in sleep. His expression hardened. Without another word, he turned and stormed from the room.

Benjamin quickly followed. "Mr. Blackwood, where are we going?"

Ethan didn't break stride. "Find that donor. Every lead, every scrap of information. Now."

Benjamin immediately pulled out his phone, making calls as he walked. He was accustomed to Ethan's urgency, but this felt different. Failure wasn't an option.

Daniel lingered in the doorway, watching Ethan leave. Emotions twisted in his chest. Perhaps with Ethan's involvement, they might finally make progress in this desperate situation.

Daniel left the room, closing the door gently behind him.

The soft click stirred Isabella from her sleep. Her eyelids fluttered open. Disoriented and groggy, she found the room empty. The sterile scent of disinfectant hung heavily in the air.

She slowly sat up, neck stiff and sore. Rubbing it absently, she gripped the side of the bed to steady herself.

Her eyes flashed with fiery determination.

For Liam, Isabella would do whatever it took. She would sacrifice everything—her pride, her peace, even her sanity—if it meant he could survive. She lingered at his bedside, her hand gently brushing his soft cheek.