Chapter 7 - The Enemy's Gate
Robert refused to accept the terrifying reality of the screaming heart monitor.
He aggressively began performing CPR on his dying son, his tears falling freely onto Ethan's pale, motionless face.
The little girl wiped the dark blood from her chin and weakly placed her hand over Robert's, stopping his frantic compressions.
She told him there was exactly one hour left before the boy's soul permanently detached from his physical body.
Robert frantically searched his mind, remembering the vicious rumors about his late wife and his biggest corporate rival, Marcus Vance.
Marcus was a ruthless, cutthroat billionaire who had relentlessly tried to destroy Robert's family for over a decade.
Robert scooped the dying boy into his arms and ordered the exhausted girl to follow him to the private elevator.
They sped through the chaotic, midnight streets of Manhattan in Robert's armored SUV, ignoring every single red traffic light.
They crashed violently through the private security gates of the Vance estate, bringing heavily armed guards swarming to the vehicle.
Robert kicked his door open and walked straight into the line of loaded assault rifles, carrying the limp body of Ethan.
Marcus Vance stepped out onto his grand marble porch in a silk robe, looking supremely amused by his rival's desperate arrival.
Robert swallowed every ounce of his immense pride and dropped heavily to his knees on the cold gravel driveway.
He confessed the entire truth about Ethan's parentage and begged Marcus to save his own biological flesh and blood.
Marcus looked down at the dying boy with an expression of cold, calculating, and absolute indifference.
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He smiled wickedly and told Robert that he had zero interest in saving a crippled bastard child who offered no financial leverage.
Marcus turned his back on them completely and ordered his security guards to immediately open fire on the trespassers.
