Leo Walker nodded his head with a frantic, rhythmic intensity, his eyes wide as he processed Celine's offer. The terror that had gripped his heart moments ago began to shift into a desperate form of gratitude. He reached out as if to grab the bars of the cell, his voice trembling with a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety.
"Yes, Miss Celine, please help us," Leo pleaded, his words tumbling out in a hurried rush. "We truly do not want either Noah or the President to find out the truth about what happened all those years ago. It would be a catastrophe. Noah is a sensitive boy, and he would be so incredibly sad if he ever discovered that he isn't our biological child. It would break his heart, and we just want to protect him from that kind of pain. Please, you have to ensure this secret stays buried deep in the past."
