Chapter 440

Spencer’s fingertips grazed her cheek, leaning in to steal a kiss, but the thought of another. man’s child growing in her belly stopped the kiss dead in its tracks. He pulled back, buckled Brielle into the seat, and drove to the clinic where he was meeting Alivia.

Alivia was already there, pacing.

The clinic’s floors shone like mirrors, and although the façade was unimpressive, the interior was another story. High–tech machines dotted the space, with doctors in white gloves poring over medical charts.

Alivia was unusually jittery and even suspected Spencer of deceiving her–how could he have drugged Brielle so easily?

When she saw Spencer’s car pull up, a cold smile spread across her face.

Spencer carried Brielle in, handing her over to two doctors. During the transfer, Brielle was

she groggy, blind to her surroundings, and deaf to the conversations around her. She felt as were trapped in a dark, silent box, a terrifying space where her struggles were futile.

nothing more than to sleep forever.

seeing Brielle’s face, could hardly wait to see her dead, preferably right there on the operating table. But if Brielle died now, she’d remain a saint in

living could never compete with the

hesitant. “Spencer, are you sure about this? If Max finds out

His gaze lingered on Brielle’s

say more, but Spencer was resolute. “Ms. Alivia, my mind is made up. Whatever the consequences, I’m ready to face

of his eye, Alivia’s lips curled in a slow smirk–good, let him bear the brunt of Max’s wrath. Spencer was either too young or too ignorant of Max’s fury, which could be

noticed her pallor and ran

Alivia, Mr. Dorsey, what procedure do you

Spencer said without hesitation.

deepened. “Mr. Dorsey, our blood tests show that she’s not

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