Despite Adrien's desperate pleas, Logan's expression remained cold and unyielding. Blood stained Adrien's torn clothes, and his swollen face reflected the consequences of everything he had done. Every breath he took was painful, yet the fear in his eyes hurt even more than the injuries covering his body. "Please..." Adrien muttered weakly through trembling lips. "I've already confessed. Please... don't hurt me anymore." His voice cracked as tears rolled down his bruised cheeks. "I beg you... have mercy." Logan stood directly in front of him without the slightest hint of sympathy. His piercing eyes remained fixed on Adrien as though he could see through every lie that still lingered in the man's heart. "You think this is over?" Logan asked in a low voice. Adrien nodded frantically. "I've admitted everything." Logan slowly shook his head. "No." "There is one thing you haven't told me." Adrien looked at him in confusion. Logan took another step closer. "Who sent you?" Adrie

Logan stood silently as the young woman broke down in tears. Her entire body trembled so violently that she could barely remain standing. The jacket he had placed around her shoulders only partly covered her, hanging loosely as she buried her face in her hands. Every sob that escaped her lips sounded painful, as though the fear she had experienced moments earlier was still gripping her tightly. The street, which had only recently echoed with desperate screams and hurried footsteps, had grown eerily quiet after the attackers fled. Only the occasional sound of distant traffic disturbed the silence. Logan remained a few steps away, deliberately keeping a respectful distance so he would not frighten her further. He knew that after such an ordeal, even a kind gesture could seem overwhelming. "You're safe now," he said gently, keeping his voice calm and reassuring. "They've gone." The woman did not answer. Instead, her crying became even more intense. Her shoulders shook uncontro

Logan arrived at the venue exactly at the time the woman had specified. It was a quiet private lounge located on the upper floor of a boutique hotel in the city, a place designed for discretion rather than attention. The lighting was soft and warm, the furniture arranged in a way that encouraged privacy, and the atmosphere carried a stillness that made it clear conversations here were meant to remain within the room. Strangers rarely lingered, and even the staff moved with careful subtlety, as though respecting the unspoken rule of silence that the space demanded. He stepped inside, paused just long enough to take in the surroundings, and scanned the room once with practiced awareness. His eyes moved calmly, efficiently, until they settled on her figure near a wide glass window overlooking the skyline. She stood there quietly, her silhouette framed by the fading light outside, as if she had been waiting for far longer than the appointment suggested. When she turned and saw him,

The white envelope lay on the table between them like something heavier than paper. Logan had already been in the middle of scanning the documents inside when something in the final sheet made him pause. He slowed. Then stopped completely. His brows tightened slightly. He lifted the letter fully out of the envelope and read it again, more carefully this time. A subtle crease formed between his eyes. He set it down slowly. “What exactly is this about?” he asked, his tone calm but firm. The woman across from him didn’t answer immediately. For a moment, she seemed almost unable to meet his gaze. Then she exhaled. “I’m pregnant,” she said. The words landed in the space between them without warning. Logan blinked once. Not because he didn’t hear her. But because he was trying to process what she had just said. Then he leaned back slightly. “You’re… what?” “I’m pregnant,” she repeated, more quietly this time. A silence followed. Logan’s eyes narrowed slightly—not in ange

Charlotte was already waiting when Logan arrived. The moment she saw him step through the entrance, her face changed—softened, brightened, and then lit up completely as she crossed the space between them with quick, eager steps. There was no hesitation in her movement, no restraint in the way she reached him. It had been too long in her mind, too many days of distance that she had filled with anticipation rather than doubt. “Logan,” she said, almost breathless as she stopped in front of him. Before he could even respond properly, she wrapped her arms around him. The embrace was firm, familiar, and full of relief, as though she was making sure he was real and not just a memory she had been holding onto. “I missed you,” she said, pulling back just enough to look at his face. Her hands remained on his arms, as if reluctant to let go completely. “You have no idea how much I missed you.” Logan managed a faint smile, though it carried weight that she did not notice at first. He returned