JADEN.
The moment we landed in New York, I didn’t waste a damn second.
I took Jason straight to Evergreen Imperial Hospital — the only place in this city I trusted with something as valuable as my son’s life. Within minutes, the doctors had taken over. He was placed in the best private ward they had — white, spotless, monitored round the clock by machines that cost more than most people’s houses.
Only the doctors, nurses, Crystal, and I had access.
Noah didn’t stand a chance.
I’d already had his photo uploaded into the hospital’s system with explicit instructions:
"If he sets foot in here, escort him out. Immediately."
My security team was stationed both inside and outside Jason’s ward.
I hired two of the best pediatric cardiac caregivers in the country to support Crystal. She was
