Harry paced the room anxiously until his phone finally rang—it was Damian. He quickly picked it up, eagerly awaiting his call back."Hey!" he said urgently once Damian answered."Oh, Harry, how..." Damian began, but Harry cut him short. He wasn't in the mood for pleasantries when Scarlet's life was in danger."I want you to double the security at the hospital I texted you. Make sure no one gets inside. Pietro is in there. Anyone who tries to act suspicious, you know what to do!" he said, and immediately hung up.With that, he tossed his phone onto the bed and quickly made his way to the bathroom. Within moments, he and Jade emerged simultaneously, their eyes locking once they both rushed out of their room."No!" Jade interjected, avoiding eye contact. "This isn't the right time for this."She knew what was next and she wasn't interested,not now when her friend is lying half dead on the hospital bed.She swiftly grabbed her bag and headed out, with Harry close behind. They settled into

With each passing minute, Harry and Pietro paced back and forth in the room, their minds swirling with different thoughts.Jade sat there, trying to push away the negative thoughts as she kept her eyes fixed on the doors. She tapped her lap gently, attempting to control her emotions. She wished she could caution the men, but it seemed impossible since she needed someone to reassure her and provide hope that everything would turn out well.Suddenly, Harry's phone rang, snapping everyone out of their daze. Harry swiftly picked it up when he saw it was Stanley calling."How's it going?" he asked eagerly."Sir, I'm at their hotel, and it's just the two of them inside," Stanley explained. A satisfactory smirk curled up on Harry's lips. The ball was now in his court, and he was delighted to play it any way he wanted."Take action and give Martino a call. Use his personal number to make it easier," Harry instructed.Stanley's brows furrowed with confusion. "Sir, I thought..."He trailed off,

"What?" Harry exclaimed."Ms. Oct?" He couldn't believe what he had just heard. It felt like a dream.Was Ms. Oct really behind the fake doctor?His eyes widened with each breath as he stood there, dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost."Listen," he said, trying to gather his thoughts."Don't tell anyone about this until I give you the green light. Make sure no one else knows, including Pietro.""Yes, sir," Stanley replied, ending the call abruptly.Harry slowly pocketed his phone as he got into the car, and they drove off to Scarlet's hospital.As they sat in the car, his mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Ms. Oct was responsible for what Scarlet was going through.Pushing those thoughts aside, he decided not to reveal the truth to Scarlet just yet. He didn't want to completely shatter the little remnants of motherly love that still remained in her heart.Harry's attention was grabbed by the chiming of messages on his

The air was thick with nervous anticipation as Scarlet's personal assistant paced back and forth, anxiously awaiting Ms. Oct's return from the bank. Ms. Oct had instructed her to prepare all of Scarlet's documents, as she planned to leave with them once she returned.As the door swung open with force, the assistant flinched and stumbled to the floor, overwhelmed by fear. Harry entered the room and immediately demanded, "Where are the documents?" The assistant clutched them tightly to her chest, almost dropping them in her frightened state.She cautiously moved away from Harry and quickly handed over the entire stack of documents to him, who, in turn, silently passed them on to Stanley. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, as she couldn't bear the thought of Ms. Oct taking away everything that Scarlet had worked for, including her late father's wealth. It was well known that Scarlet and Ms. Oct weren't particularly close.While not many people were aware of the relationship between Ms. O

The room descended into a heavy silence, as if everyone was collectively holding their breath in surprise, and indeed they were. Ms. Oct's brows furrowed, and an involuntary gasp escaped her lips. She couldn't contain her astonishment at Harry's audacity to turn the very arms her son had brought against her. Meanwhile, Martin stood there, staring dumbfoundedly at Harry, unable to comprehend what was happening. He had always known Harry to be optimistic and reasonable, and he wondered what his mother must have done to prompt such a request that put them all on edge.Martin found himself at a crossroads, uncertain of which decision to make. He didn't want to disrespect or disobey Harry, but he also didn't want to do the same to his mother, whom he held dear. His gaze shifted to Samantha, who appeared equally surprised by Harry's request, but she knew better than to speak out of turn and remained silent."What do you mean, arrest me?" the bank manager interjected, his voice laced with di