I rushed in, and my eyes locked on the child, the wristband still carrying the name Easton had chosen himself.
“Nurse, has the baby finished the check-up? Can I see the baby?”
His voice was cautious, and if his men had been there, they would have been shocked to see their boss so pitiful.
“Of course… no, you can’t!”
The nurse turned, and when she saw my face, Easton’s pupils shrank sharply. He had misjudged me, thinking one room could keep me trapped.
I curled my lips in a smile that was cold and vicious. If he would not go to hell, then who would?
