"I don't know how long he can hold on, Adrian. Four hours without food or water. Just waiting for his biological father to save him."
His expression darkened. He stepped forward to grab me—
"Adrian Vance!" My voice sliced through the air. "You spent *three years* planning this for Sara Graves. Do you want all that effort to go to waste? Do you want to kill your child?"
"The moment I walk out of this room and scream that Bubu and Xixi are the children you used to entrap me, you and Sara will be destroyed. Branded as monsters. And those children will be pariahs for the rest of their lives."
I lifted my chin.
"You know me. I'm a nobody with no father to love her and nothing left to lose. There is *nothing* I won't do."
The veins on his forehead pulsed. He glared at me, hesitating.
I tapped the screen. Another video began to play.
A small baby lay beside a filthy dumpster. His cries were weak now. Fading.
I chuckled.
"Who knows what's lurking nearby? Rats? Wild dogs? If they get hungry enough..."
Adrian snapped.
He grabbed my shoulders, his voice grinding through clenched teeth.
"Hailey Henson. You are *ruthless*. Fine. I agree."
A pause.