Chapter 336

Ethan Lynch snatched up the ringing phone from Gemini Advertising Inc., his voice dripping with irritation. "Figure out who's responsible for the equipment, or don't bother calling back."

He slammed the phone down. The situation was already clear.

Angela had been injured and rushed to the hospital. At least the kids were unharmed.

Adrian Boucher appeared in the doorway, his sharp gaze narrowing. He must have overheard. "What about Liam and Daisy?"

"They're with Angela at the hospital."

Adrian turned on his heel and strode out before Ethan could say another word.

At the hospital...

The two children hovered near Angela's bedside, their small faces tense.

Daisy clutched Liam's sleeve, her voice trembling. "Liam... is Angela going to be okay?"

Liam squeezed her hand reassuringly. "She'll be fine."

But his tiny brow furrowed.

The evidence at the scene was clear—this wasn't an accident. Someone targeted us.

Adrian arrived outside the ward, flanked by a bodyguard.

Daisy rushed to him, her usual bright smile replaced by fear. "Uncle Adrian... are we in trouble?"

She blamed herself for Angela getting hurt. Adrian ruffled her hair gently. "No, sweetheart. It was just an accident."

Liam cut in sharply, his voice eerily calm. "It wasn't an accident."

Adrian's gaze snapped to the boy, startled by his certainty.

"Someone planned this," Liam continued. "If Angela hadn't pushed Daisy away, she would've been hurt instead."

A pause. "Or both of us."

Adrian studied him, impressed despite himself. How is a five-year-old this perceptive?

"How do you know it wasn't an accident?" he challenged.

Liam crossed his arms. "I checked the tripod. The leg was sawed—clean, diagonal cut. If it hadn't collapsed early, it would've fallen when we were on stage. Meaning someone was backstage at the time."

Adrian smirked and ruffled his hair. "You're too smart for your age."

Liam scowled, thinking Adrian didn't believe him.

Just then, Adrian's phone buzzed—Gemini Advertising's investigation report.

The findings matched Liam's analysis exactly.

At Goldmann Group...

Nathan Goldmann stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was ice. "Did you find the person behind this?"

The response darkened his expression.

"Tell Gemini Advertising they have three days," he said coldly. "If I don't get answers by then, bankruptcy will be their only option."

He ended the call.

How dare they target my children.

His mind raced. The pattern was too obvious—the training camp incident, Evelyn's snakebite, Winifred's sudden death in custody, even his grandfather learning about Evelyn's connection to the de Armas.

All of it, too convenient.

Someone's pulling the strings.

And now, his kids were nearly crushed on stage.

His grip tightened on the phone.

This ends now.