The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Hospital

As I approached, I could see that Mr. Smith was struggling to break free, but the detective's grip was firm. I handed him the handcuffs, and he quickly put them on Mr. Smith.

"You have the right to remain silent," the detective said, reading Mr. Smith his Miranda rights.

Mr. Smith just stared at the ground, refusing to speak.

The detective turned to his boy.

"Can you get me a statement from Mr Stephen?"

He nodded, his eyes narrowing as he moved closer to me. His expression held a mixture of determination and caution, as if he was sizing me up, trying to gauge my intentions.

"Can you follow us to the station?" his voice was steady, but there was an underlying sense of urgency in his tone.

"Sure, I'll join you guys later," I replied, my own voice tinged with a hint of skepticism. As Mr. Smith turned back, a sudden burst of laughter erupted from him, causing the place to fill with the sound of his derisive amusement.

"Don't think you have won," he said through a confident smirk,