Without hesitation, Charles shoved me away. His palm hit me hard enough to stagger back.
“You knew Sophie was pregnant, and you wanted her to have a miscarriage?”
Pregnant? My eyes darted to Sophie’s abdomen.
When I was in agony in the delivery room, he never sent a single message.
But now, he stood protectively by Sophie’s side, eyes filled with a tension and concern I had never seen directed at me.
“Sophie, don’t be angry.” Sophie quickly grabbed his arm. When she turned, her eyes were full of apology. “Grace, he’s just too nervous right now. Don’t take it personally. By the way, why did you come to the hospital?”
“My daughter is sick.” My throat tightened, and my voice barely escaped between clenched teeth.
Charles sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Why are you pretending?”
“Why would I joke about my child’s life?” I tightened my grip on the payment slip in my hand.
“Aren’t you a repeat offender?” His eyes were icy knives. “You used dirty tricks to force me into marriage.”
Sophie quickly stepped forward, trying to smooth things over. “Sophie, stop.”