I had once yearned for a child, hoping it would bridge the gap between us.
But now, I hadn't found the right moment to tell him.
After Fiona's death, I had decided to divorce David, still weighing whether to keep the baby.
But now, it didn't matter—his father had already made that decision for him!
David, oblivious to the chaos he was causing, yanked my hair, forcing me to look up at him. "Ada, stop being so stubborn. I'm asking you one last time—where did your mom hide the medication?"
I endured the pain surging through my body and shook my head.
With a cold laugh, he tossed me aside like yesterday's trash. "If you won't talk, then don't bother."
He stood over me, looking down with disdain, and then dialed his assistant. "Call the cops! I want Ada's mother found, no matter what."
On the other end, his assistant hesitated before responding, "Mr. Federer, I just found out that Mrs. Federer's mother passed away in a car accident a week ago. Mr. Ryan Federer is already on his way back."