Chapter Thirty-one

As Sarah lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile whiteness of the room, her mind buzzed with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach, twisting and turning with each passing moment.

Suddenly, the sharp voice of the doctor pierced through the silence, snapping Sarah out of her reverie. She blinked, her eyes focusing on the figure standing before her. The doctor's gaze was piercing, his tone demanding answers.

"So, who's the husband, or rather the father of this patient's child?" the doctor asked, his words cutting through the air like a knife.

Sarah's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing as she struggled to find the right words. She glanced at Anderson, her eyes pleading for guidance, but he remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Meanwhile, Daniel, who had been lost in his own thoughts, snapped back to reality at the doctor's question. His brows furrowed with concern as he realized the gra