"Miss Ivy, we couldn't save your baby. How would you like us to handle the remains?"
The nurse looked at me with quiet sympathy.
I stared blankly at the bundle in her hands.
"Please call a courier for me."
After a night of partying, Hunter and the others finally remembered they had left me behind at the clubhouse.
When they arrived, the manager ran over in a panic.
"Mr. Harrington, something serious happened. After you left last night, your wife was found bleeding badly. She was taken to the hospital."
Hunter froze. He suddenly grabbed Savannah's wrist, his eyes wild and bloodshot.
"What did you do last night?"
Just then, a delivery man approached them, holding a small box.
"Hi, are you Mr. Harrington? I have a delivery for you. Please sign here."
Hunter stared at the box, the faint metallic scent of blood still clinging to it.
With shaking hands, he opened the lid.
The moment it opened, the people around him gasped.
