Chapter 1157
Elliana’s eyes were closed, her expression tense as she listened to the chaos outside. Then she opened them, calm but firm.
“There’s someone out there… His strength is on another level. Jason won’t be able to hold him for long. He’ll break through soon.”
Paulina felt her heart drop. Cole had trusted her with Elliana’s safety. Failing now would be unforgivable.
“I know who he is,” Elliana said gently, sensing her fear. “It’s Miguel. He wants me alive, not dead. That buys us time.”
Her eyes hardened. “Don’t lose focus. Once the babies are born, take them and escape through the back.”
“But…” Paulina hesitated, her brows knitting together.
Even if Miguel only wanted to capture Elliana, it didn’t make the situation any better. Her task wasn’t just survival—it was to deliver Elliana safely to Cole. And letting Elliana vanish into Miguel’s hands was never part of the plan.
Elliana understood Paulina’s concerns at once. She reached for Paulina’s hand, her touch gentle but firm—a silent plea.
“This is all we can do for now. Just promise me one thing. No matter what happens, make sure my babies reach Cole safely.”
Paulina’s eyes shimmered with tears, her voice trembling as she replied,
“You have my word. I’ll guard them with my life.”
A faint, grateful smile curved Elliana’s lips. But before she could say another word, a sharp pain tore through her belly, leaving her breathless. The contractions were coming harder and faster. The time had come.
The medical team sprang into motion instantly.
Meanwhile, outside the operating room, chaos ruled.
Jason proved to be a far tougher opponent than Matthew. Miguel soon realized this fight wouldn’t end easily.
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Jason and Miguel clashed again and again, their blows echoing through the hall like thunder. Each strike was fierce, each movement calculated. Neither man was willing to back down.
But the tide was shifting. Jason was beginning to falter.
Miguel, though older by decades, moved with the speed and precision of a man half his age. His years of training had sharpened him into a living weapon. His body was honed, his instincts razor-sharp.
Jason’s rhythm broke. His punches slowed. And then, in one split second, his guard dropped. Miguel seized the opening and slammed a powerful kick into Jason’s chest.
The impact was brutal. Jason was lifted off his feet and thrown backward, crashing hard onto the floor. Blood burst from his lips. Though tougher than Matthew, the blow had crushed his ribs and left him barely breathing.
“Mr. Evans, are you okay?” his men shouted, rushing to his side.
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