Leaning Into Colin’s embrace, I deliberately brought up my pregnancy again, just to rile Henry up.


    Even if Colin wasn’t around, there was still our baby.


    “Sir, ma’am.” Eric’s car was parked just beside us, and he opened the door, ushering us in.


    I cast a nce at the man standing silently behind Colin. He wore a baseball cap and remained silent


    but was ever–vignt, guarding Colin’s back.


    “He is…” I whispered as we got into the car.


    “Bodyguard.” The man himself answered my question before Colin could.


    “His name is Bran. Eric adopted him. He’s in charge of our protection,” Colin whispered back to me.


    Bran hummed dismissively, his cap’s bill lowered as he gazed out the car window.


    I had this nagging feeling that Bran held some animosity, but I couldn’t tell if it was directed at me or


    someone else.


    I looked at Colin, then at Eric.


    One was his foster father, the other his employer. Naturally, the animosity wasn’t aimed at them, which


    left me.


    Had I offended him in some way?


    “Eric, did you set up the reporter ahead of time?” I asked.


    Eric nced at me through the rear–view mirror before nodding. “Yes.”


    I breathed a sigh of relief. At least Colin wasn’t facing this alone.


    He knew to bring a bodyguard to handle Melody and to alert the media to intercept Henry.


    “Phoebe, you’re so amazing. With you around, they wouldn’t dare mess with me.” Colin shed me a


    smile, innocent and pure.


    I felt a twinge of guilt. Wasn’t it supposed to be you rescuing me, big guy?


    “Hmph.” Bran, sitting in the passenger seat, let out another grunt.


    I wondered if he had some sort of nasal issue…


    As Eric drove past Henry’s car, Hooked out the window, my expression darkening instantly.


    The person who hadn’t left Henry’s car was Damian.


    had done my research on Damian. He was a formidable psychiatrist, a well–known counselor in Sea


    City, and had won countless awards years ago, even securing the highest honors in his field. He was


    considered a prodigy in the world of mental health, not just in Sea City but globally.


    What was most unsettling was that his research focused on treatments for super–male children and the


    so–called ‘bad seeds.


    It’smon knowledge that super–male kids are born with a gic anomaly that makes them


    uncontrobly aggressive. Without altering their genes, curing their ‘condition‘ seemed an impossible


    task.


    Yet, Damian had numerous clinical experiences and sessful case studies. Countless parents sought


    him out, entrusting their children, whom they considered ‘bad seeds,‘ into Damian’s care, all in the


    hopes of them being ‘normal‘ after discharge.


    Damian rolled down his car window, looking over in our direction.


    A chill ran down my spine, and I found myself avoiding his gaze as my breathing became erratic.


    Danger.


    An inner voice warned me that this man was dangerous.


    “Why is Damian with Henry?” My voice trembled slightly.


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    “The media’s involved now. Henry wouldn’t dare eliminate Sir without raising suspicion. He must be


    switching strategies, framing Sir as mentally ill, and coborating with a psychiatrist…” Eric spoke


    softly.


    My breath shook with fear as I realized their n.


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    They wanted to exploit the narrative that Colin was ill to forcibly subject him to their


    so–called treatment.


    they couldn’t remove Colin, they’d do everything they could to turn him into a docile


    puppet.


    My eyes filled with dread as I looked at Colin, gripping his hand tightly. “I won’t let them hurt you. No


    one will.”