Patrick rushed over, beaming. "Congratulations, Hildegarde! A brand new life awaits."
He reached for her hand, but she shook him off before he could touch her.
Irritation flickered across her face, her eyes cold as frost. "Wilfred, even if you don't care about yourself, what about your daughter? Taking Penelope away from the Pruitt family will ruin her."
"Hilary's birthday—she had an allergic reaction, didn't she?"
Wilfred's expression turned cold.
"You knew?"
Hildegarde's face twisted with fury. "So you knew all along! You blocked my number just to watch me suffer, is that it?"
"Do you have any idea how dangerous that night was?"
"The doctor said if we'd been even a little later, Hilary could have gone into respiratory failure. She could have suffocated to death."
"Hildegarde..."
Wilfred spoke her full name again.
He looked at her and shook his head. "I didn't block your number. It was the other way around. The day you took Hilary to Phuket happened to be our wedding anniversary. I called you over a dozen times. You never picked up. The system flagged my number as spam and blacklisted it automatically."
"You're the one who blocked me."
Hildegarde froze.