I looked down with shaking hands. Bright red blood was streaming down my legs, soaking into the hem of my gown.
"Blood... my baby..." I clutched Quinn's jacket with everything I had, the pain so severe I could barely breathe.
William saw the blood pooling on the floor and panicked completely. He rushed toward me. "Seraphina! How is this happening? Someone call an ambulance!"
"Get away from her!" Quinn's foot connected with William's chest, sending him flying backward. Quinn's eyes were rimmed red, his voice raw with fury. "You animal! She hasn't touched anything these past few days except that chicken soup you made her with your own hands!"
William hit the ground hard. The words registered slowly, and then all the blood left his face. He turned, stiff as a corpse, to look at Alma.
Alma stumbled backward, her face ashen. "No... it wasn't me... William, I just thought Seraphina seemed stressed, so I added some herbal ingredients to help her cool down... I didn't know it would cause a miscarriage!"
"It was you..." William's eyes went wide, horror and rage flooding through him in equal measure.