Chapter 3: The Man Who Stole a Childhood
Chapter 3: The Man Who Stole a Childhood
The reunion lasted only seconds.
A deep voice interrupted.
"Well... isn't this interesting?"
A black luxury SUV rolled to the curb.
An older man stepped out wearing an expensive wool coat.
The starving boy's face instantly drained of color.
His breathing became shallow.
"No..."
The woman tightened her grip around him.
"Who is he?"
The boy couldn't answer.
The man smiled politely.
"My name is Victor Hale."
He looked directly at the child.
"I've been raising him."
The word raising made the boy shake.
"You locked me in the basement," Noah whispered.
"You made me beg."
Victor sighed dramatically.
"I gave you food."
"You gave me leftovers."
"I gave you shelter."
"You made me sleep on concrete."
The rich boy slowly stepped in front of his brother.
"You stay away from him."
Victor laughed.
"A brave little hero."
The mother stood.
Every trace of fear disappeared from her face.
"You kidnapped my son."
Victor shrugged.
"No."
"I found him."
"He was abandoned."
Before he could continue, police sirens echoed through the street.
The rich boy had quietly pressed the emergency SOS button on his smartwatch while everyone else was talking.
Several officers surrounded the SUV.
Victor smiled one final time.
"You still haven't figured it out."
He looked directly at the mother.
"I wasn't the one who took him."
Then he willingly held out his wrists for handcuffs.
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As officers drove him away, he left behind one sentence that froze everyone.
"You should ask the hospital who sold your son."