Chapter 1399:


    The only thing she focused on was the faint rise and fall of Chris’s chest.


    Meanwhile, videos from the burning banquet hall at Harmony za began flooding the inte—posted by those who had managed to escape.


    The first clips were grainy, shapes swallowed by fire. But as more angles surfaced, details sharpened.


    People trapped inside were screaming. Some kicked at the doors, others pounded at the windows. Smoke rolled through the room, plunging everything into chaos.


    Online viewers shifted from shock… to horror… to fury.


    Comments exploded across social media.


    “How could this happen? There’s no way this was just an ident; someone set that fire.”


    “The authorities still haven’t released casualty numbers. Completely negligent!”


    “Kiley Cooper needs to give the public an exnation. Was this an ident or an attack?”


    “I heard Maia Watson might not have made it out… and many others didn’t either.”


    In barely twenty minutes, the topic shot to the top of the trending list. The more posts vanished, the faster new ones multiplied. As ounts were muted, leaks surged even harder.


    Cooper Group’s PR team was on the brink of copse.


    The fire meant to wipe out evidence instead thrust the Cooper family into blinding public scrutiny. The crisis spiraled, fast and uncontrobly.


    With fear gripping the public, the hunger for truth intensified. And with no truth in sight, emotions raged even hotter.


    The night reached its peak under a storm of screams, outrage, questions, and rumors.


    In the western district of Wront, the night hung heavy. Pale hospital lights outside Cooper Group’s private medical center gleamed like frost on metal. The air reeked sharply of disinfectant.


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    Kiley stood at the entrance of the emergency room, pacing relentlessly. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor, each sound tight, anxious, betraying the turmoil twisting inside her.


    The glowing red “No Entry” sign on the ER doors seared her eyes.


    udius was inside, being resuscitated.


    The doctor’s earlier words echoed in her skull—prolonged whipping, starvation, total physical breakdown, organ damage.


    No father should ever do that to his own son. Yet Kolton had.


    Kiley’s fingers curled so tightly her knuckles whitened. She had always known her father to be stern, distant, impossible to approach.


    But never—not once—had she imagined he could be this cruel.


    Was this what he thought fatherhood meant?


    He’d nearly killed udius.


    “Despicable…” Kiley choked, barely holding her voice together.


    In that moment, she even wondered whether Kolton still considered udius his child at all.


    She stopped pacing, yanked out her phone, and dialed her father in fury.


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