Chapter 143. His Father and Brothers

Athena

He turned to look at Sarah and me, his eyes assessing us both professionally, and I saw him take in the cut on Sarah's arm that was still bleeding through the bandage Kiara had wrapped, the bruises forming on her face, and then his eyes moved to me, taking in my neck, my face, the way I was holding myself.

"You're pregnant," he said to me, and it wasn't a question.

"Yes," I said. "About two weeks."

His expression became even more focused. "Then you go first," he said firmly. "Sit down on the bed, please."

"Sarah's arm needs stitches," I protested. "She should go first."

"Sarah's arm will wait another few minutes," Dr. Chen said, his tone brooking no argument. "You're pregnant and you were just in a physical altercation, that takes priority, now please, sit down."

Tristan guided me to the daybed and I sat down, suddenly feeling how exhausted and sore I really was.

Dr. Chen pulled up a chair in front of me while T