Ian scoffed, completely unfazed. “You just need to know that I’ll do whatever it takes to save Trish.”
My hands trembled as I pulled out my phone and dialed the hospital.
“Hello, I’d like to schedule an abortion.”
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Even after ending the call, my hands were still shaking.
“You’re crazy and… scarier than I thought,” Jaime sneered, swirling the liquor in his glass as he studied Ian with disdain.
Ian’s expression darkened, his grip tightening around his own glass.
“If you hadn’t let Zara catch you and Trish together, I wouldn’t have had to resort to this. You think I enjoy looking at her bloated, whale-like figure every day?” Ian downed his drink, his eyes filled with nothing but disgust and resentment.
Jaime’s gaze flickered. “Aren’t you worried she won’t agree to donate the cord blood once she finds out?”
“Trish is running out of time,” he added his voice grim.
At the mention of Trish, Ian's expression turned cold, his gaze sharp with determination. “I’m her legal husband. If Trish needs the cord blood, I can sign the authorization anytime.”
A chill ran down my spine, my entire body shaking.