“Agnes… Lynzee is carrying a child. You understand, don’t you? A life is at stake. Let me save them first, then I’ll make it up to you.”
Without waiting for my answer, he spun around and ran straight toward Lynzee.
As soon as he pulled her to safety, she—hidden from his view—shot me a triumphant glance, her lips curling ever so slightly.
Soon, the strength drained from my fingers, and my grip slipped.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed.
Almost by reflex, my hands went to my belly—but before I could process anything, Ridley’s voice broke through, low and heavy with accusation.
“Agnes, why did you get involved with Thiago? Why did you plan this kidnapping? Didn’t I tell you I could explain everything?”
My eyes flew wide, disbelief flooding through me.
“I didn’t!” I cried. “How could I possibly work with Thiago? I’ve never even met him in private!”
My voice rose until it was almost a scream.
Ridley’s brows furrowed deeply, his gaze hard with disappointment.
Without another word, he flung a stack of photographs into my face.