Noah clenched his little fists, stubbornness burning in his eyes. Without another word, he turned and bolted out of the room.
Helene lunged after him. “Stop right there.”
Noah whipped around and, without thinking, bit down hard on Helene’s arm.
Helene screamed and yanked her arm away. The force sent Noah stumbling back, and he crashed the back of his head against the edge of a table.
A dull ache throbbed through his skull. Tears sprang to his eyes, but he grit his teeth and forced himself upright.
He had to get out. He needed to call Oliver, to warn him, to tell Mommy that those two awful women were after her.
Helene stared at the bloody bite mark on her arm, her face twisted in pain and fury. “What are you all waiting for? Go get him, right now!”
Lucy stepped in, holding up her hand. “Let him go. It’s better if he never comes back. He ran off on his own, so if something happens, Julian can’t blame us.”
Helene glared at her arm. The rage in her eyes was unmistakable. That little brat better not show his face again, or she’d make sure he regretted it.
Outside, Noah fumbled for his phone, his whole body shaking. He prayed Oliver would pick up.
Thankfully, Oliver had just woken up and answered right away.
Noah spoke fast, his voice trembling. “Oliver, hurry, tell Mommy. Those two bad women are finding out your address. They’re coming to hurt her.”
Oliver’s heart pounded. He could hear how weak Noah sounded. “Noah, are you okay? Did they hurt you?”



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