Chapter 92. Damien and the Ultrasound

I stayed in for a couple of hours, and when it was two hours to be exact, I crawled out of my bed and out of my room after taking a quick bath.

I crept out of my room; the fear of Maria catching me sent a chill up my spine.

I darted through the halls, my heart racing until I finally reached the main doors.

I scanned the driveway, searching for my driver amidst the vehicles in the garage. Soon I spotted him and hurried over, my urgency masked by a façade of calm. I didn’t want anyone to see through me and see my fears come to light.

“Are you ready, miss?” he asked, his voice low and respectful.

“Yes,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Take me to the hospital,” I added.

“I could, but I have strict instructions to leave the premises with a guard—your guard. The