Sophie suddenly clutched her stomach with a dramatic gasp and leaned into Daniel. “Daniel, my belly hurts… maybe she upset me just now…”
“See what you’ve done?” Daniel’s glare cut to me. “I told you not to provoke her. If something happens to the baby, can you take responsibility?” He guided Sophie into the suite, tossing over his shoulder, “Go to a standard room and stop being an eyesore.”
Down the hall, nurses whispered to each other.
“Is that Daniel’s wife? Can’t even keep a suite from the secretary?”
“She’s got no background. Men like Daniel will always choose what helps their career.”
“Look at Sophie’s bag—it’s a limited edition. The other one’s maternity dress looks like it’s from a street stall.”
“I heard that VIP suite is reserved for the Whitmore family. Sophie’s last name is Lane—maybe she’s one of them?”
I went straight home and began packing the things I planned to take with me, throwing everything else away.