Jed, on the other hand, rushed to her side, cradling her in his arms. "Is our baby okay?" he asked, his voice thick with concern.
He didn’t even try to hide their child. He said it out loud, knowing it would tear me apart.
Cade's POV
Even so, I just sat there in my wheelchair, unmoving.
Polly looked at me, shaking her head with a pitiful expression.
Meanwhile, my father’s voice rose in anger.
“Polly has been taking care of you out of the goodness of her heart. How dare you lay a hand on her?” he snapped. “You really are just some filthy rat from the slums. Ungrateful and full of malice.”
Maybe they were certain now that I was completely powerless because my mother dropped her act entirely. Her expression darkened as she turned to me.
“Since you don’t know how to treat Polly properly, there’s no reason for her to keep suffering because of you,” she said coldly. “Jed loves Polly very much. From now on, he’ll take care of her. In two weeks, I’ll throw them a grand wedding.” She paused, eyes narrowing. “Once the wedding is over, I’ll send you abroad. You don’t get a say in this.”
I should’ve felt hurt, but all I could do was laugh bitterly.