The celebratory atmosphere in the VIP wing curdled instantly. The Governor's attempt at a proud, patriarchal moment was met not with gratitude, but with a cold, simmering fury that had been building in Enock for months.
Enock stepped out of his father's reach, his eyes red-rimmed and fierce. "Don't touch me. And don't you dare talk about 'doing well.'"
The hallway went silent. The Duvals and Beatrice frozen in place. Robert Armitage straightened his tie, his political mask tightening. "Enock, this is a hospital. Restrain yourself."
"Restrain myself?" Enock's voice rose, echoing off the sterile walls. "You spent months trying to destroy the woman I love. You hired a man to lie at the altar, to claim he was the father of her child just to humiliate her and push her out of this family. You tried to exile the very person who kept you alive!"
