He ground his teeth, voice rough. “Phoebe, you really don’t want to give birth to my child?”
“No.” I looked up slowly, languid. “You have fifteen seconds to decide. Either save Margaret, or let me go.”
“If you hesitate longer, the crane’s rope will rip off.” I started, then made a falling motion with my hand and smiled cruelly. “Then you’ll be collecting your little girl’s body.”
“I choose… Margaret!” Cade finally cried, slamming his eyes shut as if pulling himself out of some impossible moment.
I smiled in satisfaction. “Too bad. It’s already been eighteen seconds.”
“What are you gonna do?!” His pupils widened the instant the crane let go with a thunderous sound, and Margaret’s scream followed immediately.
“Sorry, you were a second too slow.” I looked at my fingernails, amused and indifferent.
Cade swayed as if he might fall. By the time he reacted, he was already rushing outside.
However, Margaret had already hit the ground, struck her head, and gone limp. Blood also stained her white dress.
He scooped her into his arms, frantic. “Doctor! Get my private doctor!”