Benedict’s jaw tightened, his grip on the phone turning his knuckles white. He and Quinn had barely touched each other since the night I caught him.
His voice was like ice when he called her. "Where are you?"
Silence. Then, a soft, hesitant voice. "Benedict… did you get my message?"
"Of course, I did. Answer my question. Where are you?
The woman on the other end hesitated before letting out a bitter laugh. "Aren’t you happy? We’re having a baby."
Benedict let out a harsh, humorless chuckle. "Are you sure it’s mine?"
"You’re the only one I’ve been with! You know that."
His fingers drummed against his desk impatiently. "Then get rid of it."
My breath caught in my throat. I knew Benedict was ruthless, but hearing the words so casually spilled from his lips made my stomach twist in disgust. This was the man I had once thought I loved.
The woman on the other end let out a strangled gasp, her voice trembling with fury. "No! This is your child! I won’t—"
Benedict’s expression remained unreadable as he cut her off. "You have two choices. Either you take care of it yourself, or I handle it for you."