Noah dropped his phone.

Snatching the car key from Gwynn, he spoke in an extremely somber tone. “Lorian’s in the hospital. We have to get there now.”

Gwynn followed him unquestioningly.

Nothing else mattered now, neither Gianna nor Rosie. Her only priority was their son, Lorian. Even Noah forgot that he had been drinking earlier that night and sat in the driver’s seat.

She got into the car and buckled herself up. Meanwhile, he made another phone call to Archibald.

He didn’t talk to the old man with his usual, respectful tone. Instead, he spoke plainly. “Listen to me, Archibald. If your people so much as laid a finger on Lorian, I swear I’ll make life hell for the Templetons.”

Archibald fell silent on the other end of the phone.

Tossing the phone aside, Noah stepped on the gas pedal. The white BMW tore through the street and hurtled to the hospital.

The car window was lowered, allowing the wind to rush into the car.

Gwynn sat next to him and remained quiet. She didn’t kno