“So what if it’s booked?” she suddenly raised her voice, drawing stares from other expectant mothers in the hallway. “The Reed Corporation is about to close a deal with the Whitmore family. From now on, in Bayshore City, Daniel’s name is as good as a pass to anything. Forget just one room—if I want the whole maternity ward switched, it’ll be done.”
With that, she deliberately bumped into me. I stumbled, catching myself against the wall as a sharp, stabbing pain shot through my stomach.
“What are you doing?!” I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.
“What am I doing? Helping you realize your place,” Sophie sneered. “Daniel says a penny-pinching woman who can’t even afford a nurse for her prenatal checkups doesn’t deserve VIP treatment. Unlike me—carrying the Reed family’s first grandson—living here is only natural.”
I steadied myself and dialed Daniel’s number. His impatient voice came through the receiver: “I’m in the middle of an important meeting. What is it?”
“Sophie took my VIP suite. Can you—”