I bit down on my lip and screamed.
"It was Roberta who opened the freezer and brought me here!"
"Enough!" Clay's voice was a whip crack. "I'm the only one who knows the passcode to that freezer. There's no way Roberta could have opened it. You obviously unlocked it yourself and dragged her in here!"
He ground his teeth, his eyes savage.
"Fine. Threatening your life won't make you bend. Let's see if your mother's life does the trick."
My eyes went wide. "What are you going to do?!"
Clay turned to his men without hesitation. "Have Lydia's mother removed from the hospital immediately. No one touches her case."
"No!"
I threw myself at his feet, sobbing. "I'll apologize! You want me to apologize to Roberta? I'll do it! Just don't touch my mother!"
"Too late."
His voice was ice.
"When Roberta wakes up and decides to forgive you, that's when I'll decide whether your mother lives or dies."
I looked at Roberta, still cradled in his arms, and caught her snapping her eyes shut the instant my gaze landed on her. Faking unconsciousness.
A wail of despair tore out of me.
"I'm begging you, Clay. Do whatever you want to me. Anything. Just leave my mother alone."