Semua Bab PROFESSOR SIN : Bab 131 - Bab 137

PROFESSOR BLACK (ZED) POVWhen the doctor said the words, three weeks gone, my mind went blank.Pregnant.The word didn’t sit right in my head. It echoed, bounced, refused to settle. I didn’t smile. I didn’t panic. I just sat there, staring at nothing, feeling something heavy unfold slowly inside my chest.A child.Mine…My child.I never had parents for long. Not the kind people talk about with warmth. All I knew growing up was violence wrapped in loyalty, love twisted into control. Toxicity passed down from a brother like inheritance. And suddenly, the universe thought it was funny to make me a father.How the hell was I supposed to raise a child when I was still learning how not to break the people I loved?Then Amara spoke.“I’m opting for abortion.”The words sliced clean through me.“What?”My head snapped toward her. Heat rushed through my veins so fast it made me dizzy. I didn’t wait to hear anything else. I stood up abruptly, grabbed her hand, and pulled her with me. I didn’t

AMARA POV I sighed, turning on the bed for what felt like the hundredth time.Sleep refused to come.Guilt sat heavy on my chest, pressing down until it hurt to breathe. What was I thinking when I blurted that out? Abortion. The word echoed in my head, cruel and careless.Common, Amara.I smacked my palm lightly against my forehead and let out a weak laugh that didn’t sound like laughter at all.The look in his eyes replayed again, shock first, then hurt. Real hurt. His words echoed in my ears.I hurt him. Badly.Something warm dropped onto my hand.I frowned, lifting it slowly.Wait… am I crying?I touched my face and felt the wetness before I could stop it.“Oh wow,” I muttered weakly. “Just found out about you today and I’m already crying like this.”I rested my palm against my stomach, shaking my head.“Guess hormones work fast,” I whispered, half talking to myself, half talking to the tiny life I still couldn’t wrap my head around.Take a deep breath, Amara.Just say sorry.The

AMARA'S POV I stood there longer than I should have. I wasn’t meant to hear everything, but the voices carried, low and raw, and before I realized it, Amara’s pain had wrapped itself around my chest. Her voice shook, cracked in places that told me this wasn’t just anger, it was years of hurt spilling out at once. For a moment, something twisted inside me. Guilt. I pushed it down quickly. I had done what I needed to do. I couldn’t give up on my child, not then, not ever. Still… hearing her like that stirred something I didn’t want to examine too closely. Then she said it. The truth. So the Blakes bought her. A slow grin curled on my lips before I could stop it. So that was it. That was what the Blakes had been hiding all along. This wasn’t just information. It was leverage, I've been looking for, to hold over them. All this time, they played saints. All this time, I thought I caused Amara pain, too bad her own parents were the ones hurting her. And now I knew the truth.

ZED POVI waited until her breathing changed.Slow. Even.Peaceful.Amara had cried herself into exhaustion, her face relaxed now against the pillow, lashes resting softly on her cheeks. The storm inside her had finally gone quiet, at least for tonight.I stood beside the bed for a moment longer than necessary.Just watching her.Even in sleep, she looked fragile… like something the world had no right touching. My jaw tightened at the memory of her tears, the way her voice had broken, the way her entire body had trembled in my arms.“They’re monsters…” she had cried.And she was right.Carefully, I pulled the duvet higher over her shoulder and turned away. If I stayed any longer, I’d start thinking too much, and thinking too much had never been my strength.Silently, I stepped out of the room.The hallway was dim, quiet, the house wrapped in that eerie stillness that only came after chaos. I loosened the top buttons of my shirt as I walked downstairs, my chest tight with thoughts I re