The roar in Tobias’s chest had already escaped him when he lunged, fists clenched, hatred blazing in his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to crash through Delgado’s smirk with every ounce of fury his broken life had given him.But the senator did not flinch.Instead, he lifted his hand with calculated calm and extended a single forefinger. Slowly, deliberately, he moved it from right to left as if slicing the air, as if warning a reckless child not to cross a line. His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His voice slithered like a serpent across the room. Then he tilted his chin toward the couch, toward Ethan. “However… do you want your son to witness how his father is beaten into pulp?”The words struck Tobias harder than any fist could. He froze mid-step, his pulse hammering so violently his ribs ached. His eyes darted to Ethan, who was still curled on the couch, wide-eyed and confused. The boy’s frail chest rose and fell around the plastic tubin