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.

tired, wanting nothing

see her dead, preferably right there on the operating table. But if

compete with

“Spencer, are you sure about this? If Max

sure. Just have the doctors run a check first.” His gaze lingered on Brielle’s face for a moment before he left her

Alivia, my

eye, Alivia’s lips curled in a slow smirk–good, let him bear the brunt of Max’s wrath. Spencer was either

Brielle, noticed her pallor and ran

procedure do you wish us

the pregnancy,” Spencer said without hesitation.

confusion deepened. “Mr. Dorsey, our blood tests show

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