The next morning, Athena arrived at the orphanage bright and early, her expression calm but her eyes burning with quiet fury.
The moment she stepped inside, Samantha and Joane approached her, their faces tense with worry.
"The boys are resting," Samantha said. "But their injuries… it's worse than we thought."
Athena nodded grimly. "I'll handle it."
She called her lawyer immediately, demanding urgent action. Later that morning, she accompanied the boys to a nearby clinic for a medical checkup.
The doctor's frown deepened as he examined each child. Alden had bruised ribs, Darwin's arm was twisted from being shoved down the stairs.
Lester's back was covered in welts from what seemed like belt marks. Zion and Kieth had swollen faces, split lips, and dark bruises trailing down their arms and legs.
"This is abuse," the doctor muttered, his voice cold with anger. "These boys need rest, care, and... justice."
Athena's jaw tightened. "They'll get it," she said firmly.
