Mrs. Head noticed he wasn't intervening, and it only emboldened her. Her voice climbed higher. "Of course it's you!"
"How many years have you been married to my son? Not a single egg to show for it."
"Now he's about to be a father. So tell me, who's the one that can't conceive?"
A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "So any woman who gets pregnant must be carrying your son's baby?"
She took it for jealousy and rolled her eyes at me.
"You don't have to be so nasty about it!" She jabbed a finger in my direction. "I used to think my son married above himself. Turns out you're the one who took advantage of him, you worthless tramp."
"Go ahead and wait for your little gotcha moment!" She released my hair with a shove.
"When that baby comes out, you'll see for yourself!"
The words had barely left my mouth when the delivery room door swung open.
A nurse stepped out, her expression stern.
Maxwell and Mrs. Head rushed forward.
"This is a hospital. Keep your voices down!"
"All this commotion is disturbing the patient and the surgeon."
She waited until our side had gone quiet before continuing.
"Who here is Vera Galloway's family?"
Maxwell stepped forward, tense. "I am..."