I watched her descend the stairs, remembering the first time I met her—a timid intern under Lucas's supervision.
I didn't know if she'd ever been made a permanent doctor, but she had certainly succeeded in other areas. Relying on her abilities, she had climbed into her mentor's bed and secured her position with a pregnancy.
Truly capable.
And Lucas, the fool, had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.
Looking at Yolanda's fawning, hypocritical face, I felt a dark laugh bubbling in my chest. I wondered if she could actually cross the threshold as a legitimate wife once I was gone.
"Save it," I said, brushing past her. "I'm going to my room to rest. Oh, and my fee is one hundred thousand dollars a month."
Yolanda froze. "One hundred thousand?"
I stopped and turned, fixing her with a bored stare.
"What? Lucas begged me to come back and serve you. Don't tell me you didn't know?" I tilted my head, eyes mocking. "Or does the future Mrs. Delgado think I'm not worth the price? Were you planning to use me for free?"
Before she could retort, the baby let out another ear-splitting shriek.