Chapter 1166

The name sent a chill through Paulina. “What do we do?”

Before Elliana could answer, pain ripped through her body. Another contraction seized her—sharp and merciless. The second baby was coming.

All fear was pushed aside. There was only one thought left: to bring her child safely into the world.

Barely ten minutes later, the cry of a newborn filled the room, echoing down the hall—loud, strong, and full of life.

When Maxine stepped out of the operating room with the baby girl in her arms, every eye in the hallway turned to her. Miguel arched an eyebrow but said nothing. All he wanted was Elliana. Whether Elliana’s babies lived or died—or whose hands they ended up in—didn’t matter to him in the slightest.

Jason’s reaction, however, was different. His glare was sharp, his body coiled as if ready to spring and snatch the baby back. But before he could move, a harsh cough tore through him, and blood spilled from his lips.

Miguel’s kicks had done more than shatter ribs—they had wrecked Jason’s insides. Jason could barely stand, let alone fight someone like Maxine. In his condition, even a street thug could have brought him down.

The sight made his men’s hearts twist in pain.

“Mr. Evans, please rest,” one pleaded, voice thick with worry. “We’ll get the baby back, even if it costs us our lives!”

They gently eased Jason onto a nearby bench and then turned to face Maxine, ready to fight.

Maxine’s guards moved instantly, forming a human barrier. The tension grew thick enough to cut. Both sides stood ready, one wrong move away from a bloodbath.

Maxine’s voice broke the silence—calm, almost cold.

“You’re talented, Jason. I respect that. But if you keep this up, I won’t show mercy. Are you sure you want your men to die here tonight?”

Leaning weakly against the bench, Jason met her gaze, eyes burning with defiance.

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“As long as I’m breathing, you’re not taking that child.”

“I won’t hurt the baby,” Maxine said, her tone laced with puzzlement. “Even Elliana didn’t fight me on this. Why waste your dying breath? Do you want your men to die for nothing?”

Jason knew she was right. He couldn’t win this fight. Refusing to back down would only lead to his death—and his men’s. But how could he just sit and watch Maxine take Elliana’s baby away? If he let Maxine walk away, how could he ever face Cole—or Elliana—again?

A bitter laugh escaped Jason. Then he dropped his gaze to the floor. His men, loyal to the core, understood instantly. No words were needed. This was a battle to the death. They had trained under him, followed him for years. Fear had no place among them.

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