“You have the nerve to bring up Emma?” he snapped. “Look at how you raised her—when we have guests, she doesn’t even come out to greet them.” He kept his arm protectively around Sophie.
From behind him, Sophie peeked out and pulled a mocking face at me, silently mouthing, Serves you right.
Then she buried herself against Daniel’s chest, sobbing. “Daniel, I understand that she’s upset. I can take being pushed, but my belly hurts so much—what if something’s wrong with the baby?”
Daniel shot me one last venomous glare before scooping Sophie up and carrying her out.
I clutched the ruined bunny to my chest, my knuckles white, the ache in my abdomen tangling with the seething hatred in my heart.
After they left, I endured the pain in my abdomen long enough to call the Whitmore Group Subsidiary’s project partner and cancel the upcoming cooperation with Daniel Reed’s company. Then I headed to the law firm to discuss filing a lawsuit against Sophie Lane and Daniel for intentional harm.
“Claire! Where are you? Get to the hospital—Sophie’s in trouble!”
I hung up immediately, but Daniel still found me. He had bodyguards force me into the car.
“What were you doing at the law firm?”