Part 2 : No one spoke.The silence now was heavier than before—thick with realization.

The male doctor carefully unfolded the paper from the plastic packet. His hands, once steady from years of precision, hesitated.

His eyes scanned the page.

Then widened.

“This… this is a transfer order,” he said quietly.

The female doctor stepped closer. “Transfer of what?”

He swallowed.

“Organs.”

The word landed like another удар.

The old man shut his eyes tightly. “You don’t understand—”

But the boy stepped forward.

“No,” he said. “You thought no one would understand.”

The doctors exchanged looks—uneasy, shaken.

The male doctor turned the page slightly so the light hit it better.

“There are names here… children.”

A pause.

Then—

“A schedule.”

The room tilted.

The female doctor looked back at the boy, her voice barely holding. “How did you know?”

The boy’s eyes never left the old man.

“He told someone,” the boy said. “He thought I wasn’t listening.”

The old man shook his head rapidly. “It’s not what it looks like—this is business—legal—”

“Legal?” the boy repeated, softer now.

That softness was worse.

“You broke your own leg?” the female doctor asked, disbelief creeping in.

The boy answered before the old man could.

“He didn’t break it.”

Silence.

“He needed time,” the boy continued. “Time to stay here. To wait.”

The male doctor looked back at the paper.

“Wait for donors…” he murmured.

The truth settled in like poison.

The old man’s breathing grew uneven. Sweat ran down his temples.

“You don’t know what it takes to stay powerful,” he snapped suddenly, desperation turning sharp. “Everything has a price.”

The boy stepped closer until he stood right beside the bed.

“And you thought it wouldn’t be you.”

For the first time, the old man looked small.

Not rich. Not powerful.

Just exposed.

The female doctor slowly reached for the emergency phone.

“We’re reporting this.”

The old man’s eyes flicked to it—panic surging—but he didn’t move.

He couldn’t.

Because now, everyone in the room could see the truth.

And the boy—

The boy had already known it all along.

The skyline outside remained calm.

But inside the room—

Everything had already collapsed.

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