Alfie let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Wow, Clarissa, you’re even using the baby to threaten me now?” His gaze hardened. “But I’m telling you right now, I don’t care what you say. You’re going to apologize.”
He shoved me into the car, not caring how rough he was. My stomach twisted in pain because of it, cold sweat beading on my forehead.
But Alfie barely spared me a glance. Instead, he let out a mocking chuckle. “Oh, cut the act. Didn’t the doctor say the baby was perfectly healthy last time? But the second something happens to Shirley, you’re suddenly in pain?”
I didn’t respond. I had already given up on him.
It didn’t matter.
I just had to endure a little longer. In a few days, I would be gone.
The entire drive, Alfie was restless, like a man on the verge of losing his mind.
Soon, his phone rang. The moment he saw Shirley’s name, he let out a heavy sigh of relief.
He picked up immediately and panickedly asked, “Shirley! Where are you?”
On the other end, Shirley sobbed into the receiver. “I got lost. I don’t know what to do.”
Alfie’s voice softened in an instant. “Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you. Don’t run around, okay?”
I sat there, numb.