Chapter 2

On the drive over, Damian hung up on several calls from Farrah. He knew the finance department must have already called the Sutherlands about pulling the funds invested in them. That was why Farrah kept calling him.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of Wayfarer Group's building in Lumen Tech Park. As Damian and Vincent got out, they saw a pair of doctors in white coats from Concord Hospital step out of a car a few yards away. With a look, Damian signaled Vincent to go talk to them. Then, he headed straight for Wayfarer Group's entrance.

Crossing the lobby, Damian led Vincent and the doctors into the private elevator and went directly to the floor where Farrah's office was.

When the doors slid open, he saw her waiting right outside, clearly tipped off by the receptionist. She hurried over with a bright smile, but his gaze was stony as he glowered at her.

"Darling, you really came. I called you so many times. Why didn't you pick up? My dad just said your family is going to pull the… Who are these people?"

Damian walked slowly toward Farrah, who had gone still the moment she noticed the doctors behind him. He glanced at Raven and Donald, who stood beside Farrah. Then, he abruptly kicked Donald.

Farrah let out a startled cry.

Donald flew back several feet and crashed to the floor, curling up and clutching his stomach. Farrah rushed over with Raven to help him up, but before they could get him on his feet, Damian's foot slammed into Donald's chest again.

Farrah spun around, glaring at Damian. "Darling, what are you doing?"

Damian met her eyes and slapped her hard across the face without saying a word. When she fell to the floor from the impact, he grabbed her by her long hair and dragged her toward the CEO's office. He ignored her screams as she clutched her head with one hand and her baby bump with the other.

Damian hauled Farrah to the center of the office, then turned around to look at Donald, who was being forced inside by two bodyguards. With a look, he signaled Vincent to shut the door.

The bodyguards shoved Donald to his knees. Damian strode over and drove his fist into Donald's face.

Farrah forced herself to her feet and yanked hard on Damian's coat from behind. She cried, "Darling, what are you doing?"

He whipped around and clamped a hand around her throat, squeezing hard as he marched her a few steps forward and slammed her down on the desk. His eyes were vicious as he stared into hers. Then, he turned to glance at Vincent.

"Get the doctors in here for the blood test."

Vincent pulled the office door open and waved the doctors inside.

Damian's voice was icy. "Draw her venous blood."

Farrah's eyes went wide with horror. Feeling his grip on her throat loosen just enough for her to breathe, she gasped and stammered, "D-Darling… What… What are you doing?"

Damian's expression remained stony as he turned to the doctors who had come up beside him. "Draw the blood."

Both doctors stepped forward at once. One pinned Farrah's arm down while the other pulled out a syringe and began searching for a vein.

Farrah's terrified questions and pleas filled the room. When Damian saw the doctor capping the syringe a moment later, he finally let go of Farrah's throat. Then, he turned and pointed at Donald.

"Use his sample for comparison. I want the results today."

One of the doctors quickly stepped up to Donald, signaled the guards to force his mouth open, and swabbed the inside of his cheek a few times. After exchanging a look with Vincent and seeing him nod, the two doctors hurried out of Farrah's office.

As Vincent shut the door again, Damian pointed at Donald. "Take him away."

Vincent nodded and walked over to the bodyguards, murmuring a few quiet instructions. He left the office with them and the restrained Donald.

Now, only Damian and Farrah were left in the room.

Farrah had just managed to push herself upright against the desk when Damian's hand closed around her throat again. He snarled through gritted teeth, "Is the baby in your womb Donald's?"

Tears flooded her eyes as she shook her head frantically. She cried, "Of course not! I'm pregnant with your baby, darling. How could it be Donald's? Don't listen to the nonsense other people—"

Her voice cut off abruptly as Damian tightened his grip. He leaned in close, his eyes boring into hers. "Haven't I treated you well enough? How dare you cheat on me?"

"I… I didn't… I never…"

Seeing Farrah's eyes roll back, Damian finally released her and stepped back. He grabbed the chair by the desk, dragged it behind him, and sat down. He stared her down.

A cold, humorless laugh slipped from him. "I should really thank your brother for this. If he hadn't asked me to look for that graduation photo, I never would've found out that your 'business trip' to Westbridge in March was for an IVF procedure. What was the plan? Cheating wasn't enough, so you had to have your lover's bastard and make me raise it?"

Farrah's eyes widened at the mention of the photo. Her jaw dropped in shock. When Damian was done speaking, she staggered toward him, crying, "It's not like that! I didn't… It wasn't me! I-It was…"

He sneered and slapped her hard again, sending her crashing back onto the desk behind her.

"The test results will be out soon, and the doctor who handled your IVF is on the way. Do you really think you can bluff your way through at this point?" he hissed.

As he spoke, there was a loud pounding on the door accompanied by Farrah's father, Robert Sutherland, shouting.

Damian stood, watching Farrah brace herself against the desk, frozen in place. Still sneering, he walked to the door and pulled it open.

Robert nearly pitched forward into the room from the momentum, barely catching himself before he fell. Damian shut the door again and turned to face Robert, who had just managed to steady himself.

"Damian, what are you doing? Farrah's pregnant!" Robert cried.

Damian reached into his pocket and pulled out the IVF payment receipts he'd found in Farrah's study. He threw them at Robert's face.

"Take a good look at those. Whose baby is your whore of a daughter carrying?"

"What are you talking about? Of course Farrah is carrying your—"

Damian watched him bend down to pick up the receipts. He saw all the color drain from Robert's face when he read the words on the receipts.

"Your daughter married into my family, yet she's pregnant with another man's bastard. Is this how the Sutherlands raise their daughters?"

Robert whipped around and glared at Farrah, who was hunched over the desk, clutching her baby bump. He shook the receipts in his hand and roared, "What the hell is this, Farrah?"

"Dad, my stomach… It hurts… T-Take me to the hospital…" she whimpered.