Page 74 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

Amai started walking toward Dr. Beaumont.

The knife was still in his hand.

Blood dripped from the blade onto the pristine white floor.

“Amai, no!” I screamed.

But he kept walking.

Dr. Beaumont backed up until she hit the wall.

“Seecccuurrriiittyyy!” the reception screamed, but still, no one came.

I didn’t know where the fuck they were, but their asses needed to be fired.

One security guard appeared at the hall, saw Amai, saw the knife, and immediately froze like he’d decided unemployment was better than death. Smart man, but at the same time, do your fucking job, sir, before we all die in this muthafucka.

“Please—I was just following orders?—”

“You betrayed her,” Amai said. His voice was eerily calm now. Detached. “You put her at risk. You put my child at risk.”

He raised the knife.

And then his eyes found mine.

I was standing there, shaking, tears streaming down my face.

Staring at him like I’d never seen him before.

Because I hadn’t.

Not like this.

Not the real him.

The terror in my eyes must have registered because he stopped.

Just stopped.

The knife lowered.

His chest was heaving.

Blood—Kaisen’s blood—was splattered across his white shirt.

“Truth,” he said.

I couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t move.

He crossed the lobby in three strides, grabbed my arm, and pulled me toward the door.

“Wait—my purse?—”

“Leave it.”

“Amai—”