Carter's results showed he would never be able to father children. Not in this lifetime.
Once, in the heat of passion, he'd held me close and begged me to give him a baby.
He'd grown up in an orphanage. All he'd ever wanted was a family of his own.
But fate had played the cruelest joke on him.
I didn't want him to lose hope, so I had the hospital keep it confidential.
For the past year, I'd practically lived in the lab, day and night, developing a treatment for his condition.
One more round of therapy, and he would have been cured.
Too bad he'd never deserve it now.
"Is that so? Then I wish you two all the best. May you pop out babies left and right and stay shackled together forever."
Nora flushed with rage and raised her hand.
I was bracing myself when someone grabbed me hard from behind and yanked me backward.
A palm cracked across my face.
Leila Henson's eyes burned with enough hatred to flay me alive.
"Amanda Henson, you stay away from my daughter! If anything happens to her, this family will make you pay!"
I pressed my hand to my throbbing cheek.
Looked into those eyes, brimming with disgust.
All I felt was the irony.