I kept my voice even. "It’s too early for the baby to be born. These are useless now."
Scott didn’t press further, but Jacqueline’s lips curled ever so slightly. "Oh? Well, I have a relative who’s about to have a baby. Mind if I take them?"
I paused, then shook my head. "No. I made these for my child. If you need baby clothes, go buy them yourself."
I turned to leave, but before I could take another step, Jacqueline grabbed my arm, her nails sinking into my skin.
"You’d rather throw them away than let me have them? Do you really hate me that much?" she asked, her voice soft, almost pitiful.
A sharp sting shot up my arm as I pulled free. Jacqueline staggered back dramatically. "Scott, help me!"
Scott lunged forward, catching her just in time. Then, without hesitation, he turned to me, his face cold, his movements swift.
The slap came out of nowhere. My head snapped to the side, and before I could react, I was on the floor, my wheelchair tilting slightly from the impact.
"Abigail, when did you become so heartless?" His voice was low, filled with disappointment.