I h:id my career as a judge from my mother-in-law. After my C-section, she stormed in with adoption papers, demanding one twin for her infe:rtile part1

With shaking fingers, I slammed the emergency security button mounted beside my bed.
Alarms sounded instantly. Within moments, hospital security rushed in, led by Chief Daniel Ruiz.
Margaret’s demeanor transformed in a blink.
“She’s unstable!” she cried dramatically. “She tried to hurt the baby!Chief Ruiz took in the scene—my split lip, my fragile state post-surgery—then the elegantly dressed woman clutching my crying son.
His gaze met mine.
He stopped cold.
“Judge Carter?” he murmured.