That was when Layla took two steps toward me.
Sweet words dripped from her lips, but calculation flickered across her face.
I hadn't so much as grazed her. Yet her whole body suddenly tipped backward.
Alex caught her with lightning-fast reflexes.
"Felicia, why did you push me?"
"Alex, she's not just trying to ruin your deal. She wants to hurt our baby."
"I shouldn't have come back and bothered you two. I only wanted to fulfill my father's dying wish. Is it really so wrong to be a good daughter?"
Listening to Layla's pitiful sobbing, Alex's heart ached for her.
He raised his foot, ready to kick me.
But right at that moment, a soft, childish voice rang out from the doorway.
"Don't you hit my Mommy!"
Conrad Henson scrambled down from the nanny's arms, his little legs pumping as he sprinted toward me.
He threw his arms wide and planted himself in front of me like a shield.
Then he scrunched up his face and glared at Alex. "You two big meanies are bullying my Mommy! I'm gonna tell Daddy!"
Alex froze mid-step. "What the hell are you babbling about, you little brat? Who's your mom?"
Conrad ignored him completely and threw himself into my arms.
"It's okay, Mommy. Super Conrad will protect you."