Calvin’s voice dropped, but it somehow felt even sharper. "Do you think I wanted to do this?" he said, gazing back at Dr. Chelsea, “Jerome—your ex, Kelsey's real father—was ready to kill Kelsey before she even took her first steps! I saved her life!"
Dr. Chelsea flinched as if she’d been slapped. For the first time since this nightmare started, she looked… shaken. "W-What? How did you know what he was planning?”
Calvin exhaled slowly, his gaze dropping to the floor. "Because I used to work for him."
The words sucked the air out of the room. I sat up straighter, my heart pounding.
“You what?!” Dr. Chelsea’s stern voice echoed.
He looked at me then, his expression softening just enough to make it worse. "It was a long time ago. Before Kelsey was born. I worked for Jerome, handling… things. Business. But I left the moment I realized what he was planning to do."
"Business?" Dr. Chelsea said bitterly. "You mean his drug empire? His mafia dealings? You worked for him, Calvin, and now you expect us to trust you? After everything?"