“And if you so much as try anything—if you touch even a single hair on her head—then I won’t just take care of you and that bastard in your belly. Your father, rotting in that VIP hospital room? Don’t count on him making it through.”
I stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief. My voice cracked as I screamed, raw and furious.
“Sullivan! You bastard! My dad’s in a coma—because of you! He saved your life, and now you’re threatening mine with his?!”
He let out an impatient sigh. “As long as you behave and take care of Shannah during her recovery, I won’t lay a hand on him.”
With that, he turned to Shannah, wrapped an arm around her, and walked off without looking back.
“Shannah,” he said softly, “thank you for giving me an heir. I’m going to reward you well.”
Blood was soaking through my clothes, spreading across the marble floor. I sobbed as I turned to his men still posted around the hall, begging them through gritted teeth.
“Please… take me to the hospital. My babies… please save them…”
Just then, Terese, my mother-in-law, rushed in. Her eyes swept across the bloodstained floor, then landed on me—drenched in amniotic fluid and reeking of blood. Her face turned ghost-white at the sight.