Not even a minute passed before Michael called back.
Holding a teary-eyed, wronged-looking Daniela in his arms, he exploded at me.
“You’re so petty and pathetic, Ashlyn. Always making trouble!”
And then, with disgust in his voice, he added, “You couldn’t even hold on to your own baby. What can someone like you possibly do right?”
“Honestly, I wish that truck had finished the job and killed you.”
Snapping back to the present, I was about to take a detour and walk away— but Michael walked toward me with that cold expression and snapped, “Why are you just standing there like an idiot?”
Startled, I instinctively tried to explain. “I wasn’t following you. I really just ran into you by coincidence. I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”
“Wait.”
He frowned, and at the sound of that single word, I caught the flicker of jealousy in Daniela’s eyes.
She clutched his arm a little tighter and smiled at me sweetly. “Mrs. Hudson, thank you again for the blood donation. Without you, I’d still be so dizzy today. You saved me and my baby!”
“Michael, won’t you bring Mrs. Hudson home with us? Please?”
Michael dotingly tapped the tip of her nose and gently replied, “My sweet angel, whatever you say goes.”