Esme was freaking out on the inside. If Fia didn’t get that project, would she tell Conrad about the baby?
She had to think of a way to stop her!
“Now, tell me. What did Fia say to you to the point that you’re willing to give her the project?”
When faced with Conrad’s invasive eyes, Esme’s brain went into overdrive as she began to weave a plot.
After spending some time in her mom’s and grandma’s ward, Fia went back into her own. She was surprised by the man sitting in her ward.
“When did you get here?”
Conrad suddenly turned with red eyes.
Fia sniffed and smelled the scent of wine. “You’re drunk?”
Suddenly, he rushed over.
Fia noticed that his emotions were unstable. She was about to leave the ward when he grabbed her and threw her on to the hospital bed.
His hands pressed near her collarbone so that she couldn’t move, his eyes icy cold.
“Do you want a child that badly?!”
Fia looked at him, confused.
“You lied to Esme saying that you’re pregnant just so she would give you
