My answer didn't waver, and that was enough to drain the color from Adam Hargrove's face.Our son, Lucas Hargrove, burst into terrified wails. Adam's parents rushed to scoop him up and calm him down.Adam's assistant, Claire Whitfield, stepped forward and practically screamed at me. "Lena! Do you even have a heart? Do you have any idea how much Adam has sacrificed for you and this family? Are you blind?"What, just because he bought a couch and slept in the living room instead of sharing your bed, you're going to throw a tantrum over nothing?"Adam's father, Gerald Hargrove, had been listening to all of this, and his face was getting redder by the second."So that's what this is about?" he said. "Even if Adam sleeps separately, he's doing it because your body hasn't recovered from childbirth. He's being considerate, and you can't even see that?"Every pair of eyes in the room was locked on me, burning with the same fury, like they wanted to set me on fire. Dad stepped in quickly,
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