Hours later, Emily lay in a private hospital suite, hooked to machines that now monitored her slowly stabilizing heartbeat. Doctors confirmed that she had been drugged, not fatally injured, and placed in a coma-like state. It was no accident.

Richard sat by her bedside, his mind reeling. Wealth, power, prestige—none of it mattered now. His daughter’s life had been a pawn in someone else’s ruthless game.

Marcus, still wearing his torn hoodie, sat quietly at the corner of the room. For a homeless kid, he had shown more courage than most of the suited men Richard had known his entire life.

“Why did you help her?” Richard asked finally, breaking the silence.

Marcus looked down at his hands. “Because no one helped my sister when she needed it. She died on the streets, ignored. I wasn’t going to let it happen again.”

The billionaire swallowed hard, realizing how different their worlds were—and yet, how fate had bound them together.

Investigators soon uncovered the truth. A rival corporation had orchestrated the attack on Emily to strike at Richard. Several hospital staff members had been bribed to falsify records, ensuring she would never wake again.