Chapter 131

Drake’s POV

I felt something shift violently inside me.

I hope she doesn’t survive.

The cruelty of it hit harder than I expected.

Margaret ended the call and looked up, startled to see me standing there.

“You’re up early,” she said lightly.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“No one important,” she replied dismissively. “Just hospital gossip.”

“Chloe is in labor,” I said flatly.

Margaret’s smile faltered.

“She’s eight months,” she said. “Premature. It happens.”

“And you hope she dies?” I asked.

Her expression hardened.

“Don’t start,” she snapped. “That woman has destroyed our lives.”

Something twisted painfully in my chest.

Destroyed our lives.

The phrase echoed against something fragile in my mind.

A hospital corridor.

Her tears.

Her hand over her stomach.

My name on her lips.

The sensation passed too quickly to grasp.

“I’m going out,” I said abruptly.