Jaime sneered. “Don’t tell me you’ve developed feelings for her. Have you forgotten whose child she’s carrying—or why you married her in the first place?”
Ian shot him a murderous glare. “Like hell I’d fall for that ugly, pregnant cow. I only love Trish. I just don’t want this turning into a bigger mess.”
“The baby’s already fully developed at eight months. It’s strong enough to survive. Nothing will happen to her,” Jaime said indifferently. “But even if something does, isn’t it an honor for the child to save Trish?”
Ian’s gaze hardened. “You’re right. I’ll perform the procedure myself. I’ll extract the cord blood and give it to Trish.”
Terror gripped me. My whole body trembled as I bolted for the exit. I was almost to the parking garage when two tall figures blocked my path.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Ian’s voice was eerily calm. “The doctor just told me there’s something wrong with your test results. We need to run more tests. Come back with me.”
He reached for my hand, but I yanked it away.
“My last checkup was a week ago. And now you suddenly claim there’s a problem? Do you really expect me to believe that?”