Copper's eyes lit up with relief as his father stepped through the shattered doorway. His lips curled into a cruel grin, his pain momentarily forgotten. "You're doomed now," he sneered, blood dripping from his leg. Victoria clenched her fists, eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, God… Mr. Howard is here." She turned to Stiles, "Stiles, listen to me. Mr. Howard isn't just this country’s assemblyman—he runs a cartel. He owns a powerful cabal in this state. If you kill Copper, he will hunt us until the end of time. Please… just leave. Leave everything to me." Stiles didn’t move. His gaze was locked onto the man now kneeling beside Copper. Victoria had accepted her fate. Firstly, she was dying, also, she really mess with the officials eye, even if she escaped, she would be hunt down until they kill her. this is a lawless country, the powerful, and the wealthy Rules. "Who the fuck did this to you, my son?!" Mr. Howard held his son. Copper pointed a trembling, bloodied finger at Stiles

Victoria jolted awake, A sharp beep echoed in her ears—the heart monitor. The room spun, sterile white walls and soft fluorescent lights above her. She was hooked to several IVs, her hand trembling as she tried to yank them out. "Amelia!" she screamed, her voice hoarse. "Amelia, where is she?!". The door burst open. Two doctors and a nurse rushed in, urgency in their steps. "Ma’am, please!" one doctor said, gently pushing her back onto the bed. "You need to lie down. You’re still not stable." "I don’t need rest!" she cried, trying to push past the weakness weighing down her limbs. "Where is my daughter?! Tell me where Amelia is!" "She’s safe," the second doctor said quickly. "She’s doing good at the moment. She’s in our pediatric wing under tight protection. You’re the one in critical need of care. You’ve got three fractured ribs, a broken arm, internal bleeding… You’ve been through hell. You need to rest." Victoria’s body trembled, and she tried again to get up—but this ti

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, the doors burst open. Stiles stormed in. One of the soldiers spotted him instantly and rushed over. “Sir! Sir—”. “Where is my wife?” Stiles snapped. The soldier froze, words catching in his throat. “She... she just left, sir.” “In her condition?!” Stiles growled, grabbing the man by the collar. “She shouldn’t be moving around, let alone leaving the damn hospital!” “I-I tried to stop her!” the soldier stammered. “She insisted... sir, she was determined. I didn’t dare stop her—she said it was urgent!” Stiles clenched his jaw, releasing him with a shove. “Where did she go?” “We’ve already informed headquarters. They're tracking her now.” “Good. Tell them to send me her location. Right now.” “Y-yes, sir!” the soldier scrambled to call it in as Stiles turned and stormed out. --- At the Elliot mansion... Victoria ignored Clara and Sandra’s taunts, her lips trembling but her eyes burning with purpose. “I’m not here for you,” she sai