As Doctor Martina uttered the words, "The child is yours," Blake's grip around her neck loosened, his eyes widening with shock. In an instant, he released her and erupted into a blur of speed, hurtling towards the entrance of the manor.
With a singular focus driving him forward, Blake tore through the mansion, his movements swift and unyielding. Doors shattered under the force of his urgency as he stormed through each room, his senses honed to detect any sign of the child he had unknowingly fathered.
Finally, he reached a door from which the faint sound of a whimpering baby emanated. His rapid pace came to an abrupt halt as he stood before it, his heart pounding in his chest. With a gentle touch, he pushed the door open, revealing a small, dimly lit room.
There, cradled in a crib, lay the source of the soft cries—a newborn child, innocent and vulnerable.
