“Security,” he said sharply, “remove the boy immediately before he contaminates—”
“That’s not a tumor,” Leo interrupted, stepping forward again, his eyes never leaving the baby’s neck, as if the answer lived there.
The room froze, not because of belief, but because of disbelief that a street child would dare speak over eight trained specialists.
Richard slowly turned his head, his face hollow, eyes red, the look of a man who had just lost everything he thought money could protect.
“What did you say?” he whispered, not out of hope, but because there was nothing left to lose in listening.
Leo pointed, his hand trembling slightly, though his voice remained strangely calm for someone so small standing among so much power.
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