“They were exhausted from the boat ride,” Baron said. “They’re probably already asleep. You should rest too. I’ll have Yvonne start you on two rounds of anti-inflammatory IVs. While I’m out searching for a matching donor, your job is to focus on getting your strength back — otherwise the surgery will be harder to perform. As for the little rascals, don’t worry. When you wake up tomorrow, they’ll be right there waiting for you.” “Okay.” Natalie smiled immediately. Even though it tugged at her wounds and made her wince in pain, her heart felt full. She was finally going to see her children. “Thank you, Baron.” Her voice was soft and sweet, so much like Susie when she was being affectionate. Baron opened his mouth to reply, but saw she had already drifted off. After everything she’d been through, she’d clearly hit her limit. Baron’s heart ached just watching her. This woman was his — and he wouldn’t allow a single thing to happen to her again. He adjusted her medication and started her IV drip. Just as he finished, Yvonne walked in. “Mr. Gunn.” “Keep an eye on her. I’ll be gone for the next two days looking for a skin donor. During that time, no one is allowed near this room. No one but the two children.” Baron’s tone was calm and composed. Yvonne nodded and made a note of it all.Once he’d finished giving instructions for Natalie’s care, Baron turned back to Yvonne, his tone shifting slightly. “You messaged me earlier — what’s this about your sister?” Yvonne paused, then pulled up her email. “This morning I got a message from my sister’s email account. But the contents… I couldn’t quite understand what it meant.” She handed him the phone. Baron took one glance and his expression darkened. His eyes turned cold — and with them, the entire atmosphere dropped several degrees. Yvonne’s heart skipped nervously. “Mr. Gunn… did you notice something?” Baron didn’t answer. He simply forwarded the email to his own inbox, then deleted it from Yvonne’s account and permanently wiped the data. “Don’t worry about it for now. If any more messages come in like this, forward them straight to me. My email’s already saved in your notes. Yvonne, for now, just focus on Natalie. As for your sister… I’ll give you an answer when the time comes.” His voice was low and frosty, and though the killing intent in his eyes flickered for only a moment, Yvonne caught it. What was in that email? “Mr. Gunn… did my sister betray you?” She didn’t understand everything in the email, but she could guess at some of it. With Phantom’s skill, there was no way she would’ve slipped up on protecting Ms. Summers — unless something even more urgent had come up. But Phantom’s top priority had always been Natalie’s safety.Which meant… maybe her death wasn’t an accident after all. Baron didn’t answer. He simply said, “Once Natalie recovers a little, I’ll make time to talk.” And with that, he turned and walked out. Yvonne stood frozen. He hadn’t denied it. Her chest tightened. Had her sister really betrayed Mr. Gunn? She looked toward the bedroom, where Natalie lay covered in wounds and soaked in blood. If this really was Phantom’s fault… Then not even death could wash away her guilt. Baron had just stepped into the living room when a small figure blocked his path. “What are you doing out here? Where’s Susie?” he asked, brow furrowed. Sean’s face was serious. His bright eyes locked onto Baron’s as he spoke — slow and clear. “Run a skin compatibility test between me and Mommy.” Baron felt a dull ache in his chest. Of course, using the children’s skin would be ideal. Parent and child usually had the highest match. But Natalie had already said — if they touched the kids, she’d rather stay disfigured forever. Baron lowered his voice. “Your mommy won’t allow it. She said if I use your skin, she’d rather live like this.” “But the grafts won’t be done all at once, right? You can at least run the test. If I match, then just take a small piece — for her face. The rest can wait. If you don’t tell her, she won’t know.” Sean’s little hands were clenched tight. He knew how much women cared about their faces. And his mother’s face — once beautiful — was now destroyed. There was so much rage bottled up inside him, and nowhere to let it out. Baron had shielded Natalie from everything, leaving Sean with no say at all.