"I know. That's why I—"
But before I could finish, Julian cut me off, his expression turning cold.
His tone dropped to ice, and his eyes filled with heavy disappointment and blame.
"If you know all that, then why are you still being so heartless?"
"Get some rest. And when you're feeling better, apologize to Grace. She's a simple, kind-hearted person. She won't hold it against you."
He stood and walked out without a shred of hesitation.
I stared at the closed door, a suffocating ache pressing against my chest.
I curled up on the hospital bed and broke down crying.
I didn't know how long it lasted before my phone alarm went off.
I'd promised Jeanette I would come to the children's hospital tonight to stay with her.
I had barely sat up when the door swung open.
Grace walked in wearing a loose maternity dress, her steps slow and deliberate.
"Miss Harding, where are you rushing off to? Why not rest a little longer?"
There was a smile on her face, but her eyes were ice cold.
"I hope you understand—Julian is my husband now. You can stop with the desperate little stunts."
She paused, then lowered her voice.
"After all, children are innocent. Aren't they?"