Jacob's lips curved into a quiet smile the moment he noticed the unexpected visitors at the end of the hospital corridor. Amelia had just opened her mouth to finally put Jonathan in his place when a soft laugh sliced through the tension. She spun around, startled, and found three tiny figures standing at the entrance as if they owned the place.
The triplets were there with identical mischievous expressions, clearly having heard and witnessed every second of the drama. Behind them sat Alan in his wheelchair, looking faintly amused, while Samuel hovered nearby like a silent bodyguard, always alert.
Every head in the hallway turned at the noise. The triplets, realizing they had an audience, straightened their small shoulders with exaggerated seriousness and began marching directly toward Jonathan. Their synchronized walk would have been amusing if they did not look quite so determined and furious.
