Chapter 3 - The Little Witness
Ethan held Noah tightly against his chest, his broad hands checking the boy’s arms and back for any hidden injuries or bruises.
"Daddy's here, Noah. You're completely safe now," Ethan murmured, his tone softening slightly for his son, though his body remained tense with fury. "The doctors are coming right now."
Noah shook his head urgently, his small fingers pointing past Ethan’s broad shoulder toward the back of the crowded ballroom.
"Daddy, no! She saved me!" Noah insisted, his small voice sounding crisp and clear in the quiet room. "Elena didn't knock it over! She jumped on top of me!"
Ethan froze, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at his son. "Noah, it happened fast. You don't understand—"
"I saw it, Daddy!" Noah spoke louder, pointing his tiny finger directly at a tall, muscular security guard in a grey suit who had a subtle dragon tattoo creeping up his neck. The guard was quietly backing away toward the heavy mahogany exit doors. "That man behind the cake pushed it! He pushed the gold post with his foot!"
A collective gasp rippled through the surrounding guests.
Ethan’s sharp eyes darted toward the retreating guard in the grey suit. The guard paused for a fraction of a second, his face turning pale as he realized the five-year-old boy had spotted him.
Ethan slowly lowered his gaze back down toward the floor, where Elena remained on her knees.
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Elena wasn't crying, nor was she defending herself verbally anymore. Instead, her dark, sharp eyes were fixed entirely on a heavy metallic object glinting inside a thick chunk of fallen buttercream frosting right beside her knee.
👉 Read PART 4 to discover what Elena found hidden inside the frosting!
