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.

wanting nothing more

to see her dead, preferably right there on the operating table. But if Brielle died now, she’d remain a

compete with the dead.

about this? If

sure. Just have the doctors run a check first.” His gaze lingered on

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

corner of his 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 some tests with their gadgets. They exchanged

Alivia, Mr. Dorsey, what procedure do you wish us to perform on

pregnancy,” Spencer said without

tests show that she’s not pregnant. She’s

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