"Daphne, what the fuck is wrong with you? You scared Wendy to tears! You can't even keep a baby. Why don't you just die already?"
"What are you doing here?"
A cold voice pulled me back to reality.
Jonathan had appeared before me without warning. Wendy was clinging to his arm, her baby bump clearly visible.
I stepped back instinctively. "Just finishing my discharge paperwork."
"Daphne, you look so pale," Wendy suddenly chirped, her fingers twirling around his tie.
"Jonathan, let's take her home with us, okay? She just donated blood for me. We should really thank her."
Jonathan pinched Wendy's cheek. "You're so kind-hearted."
Then he turned to me, his expression back to that familiar indifference. "Get in the car. Don't keep Wendy waiting."
I wanted to say no, but I remembered the documents I'd left in the study back at the villa. So, I followed them silently.
Jonathan's usually spotless study now reeked of Wendy's perfume, a cloying sweetness that made me nauseous.
I rummaged through the files, only to find a bulge under one of them on the desk.
I saw a black lace strap when I looked down, the edges stained with suspicious marks.