I clung to the doorframe, refusing to move. Ian pried my fingers off the handle, his grip bruising my wrist. “If you hadn’t pushed Trish, she wouldn’t have had an episode. You’re coming with me.”
Ignoring the fact that I was eight months pregnant, he dragged me outside.
At the hospital, Ian and Jaime hovered anxiously over Trish’s side, anxiously waiting for her test results. I took the opportunity to slip away, heading straight to the reception desk to pick up an appointment slip—for an abortion.
Without hesitation, I swallowed the pills the doctor prescribed.
As I held the appointment slip, ready to leave, I suddenly heard a familiar voice echoing from the hallway.
“Trish can’t wait any longer. We need to extract the umbilical cord blood from Zara’s baby as soon as possible.”
Ian’s brows furrowed, his expression unreadable.
“But Zara is only eight months along. Extracting the cord blood right now will put her baby at risk.”
Jaime sneered. “Don’t tell me you’ve developed feelings for her. Have you forgotten whose child she’s carrying—or why you married her in the first place?”
Ian shot him a murderous glare. “Like hell I’d fall for that ugly, pregnant cow. I only love Trish. I just don’t want this turning into a bigger mess.”
“The baby’s already fully developed at eight months. It’s strong enough to survive. Nothing will happen to her,” Jaime said indifferently. “But even if something does, isn’t it an honor for the child to save Trish?”
Ian’s gaze hardened. “You’re right. I’ll perform the procedure myself. I’ll extract the cord blood and give it to Trish.”
Terror gripped me. My whole body trembled as I bolted for the exit. I was almost to the parking garage when two tall figures blocked my path.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Ian’s voice was eerily calm. “The doctor just told me there’s something wrong with your test results. We need to run more tests. Come back with me.”
He reached for my hand, but I yanked it away.
“My last checkup was a week ago. And now you suddenly claim there’s a problem? Do you really expect me to believe that?”
Ian’s expression darkened. “I’m the head of obstetrics. If I say there’s a problem, then there is one. Now come with me.”
Ian stepped in front of me, blocking my path.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said coldly. “If there really is a problem, they would’ve called me. Now let me go. I want to go home and rest.”