The room fell into a deadly silence.

Lucas stood at the entrance.

Daniel stood in front of Zoey and the children.

And in between them…

War.

“So,” Daniel said slowly, his eyes locked onto Lucas, “you’re the one pulling the strings.”

Lucas didn’t flinch.

“I’m the one trying to stop you,” he replied coldly.

Zoey’s heart pounded violently as she looked between them.

This was spiraling out of control.

“Lucas…” she whispered, shaking her head slightly. Not here… not like this…

But it was too late.

Daniel let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head.

“Stop me?” he repeated. “From what? Saving my children?”

Lucas stepped forward.

“By experimenting on...