Chapter 40

“How about your child?” I asked coldly, my voice low but sharp, slicing through the still air of the room. “I noticed your baby bump is gone.”

Her head, which had been drooping forward under the weight of exhaustion and pain, lifted just enough for her dull, bloodshot eyes to meet mine. A faint tremor passed through her lips before she spoke. “You caused it.”

I tilted my head slightly, studying her as if trying to understand the mechanics of her mind. “I?” My tone was icy and mocking.

“What did I do, sis? You took my fiancé away from me and got pregnant with his child. All I did was get you in prison for what you did to me.” My gaze locked on her like a predator circling prey. “You caused whatever happened to you, Lucy.”

Her jaw clenched, and another tear traced a slow, dripping path down her cheek. She sucked in a shaky breath before spitting the words out. “I got a miscarriage after three months of being in prison. I was beaten by those scary women there.”