It wasn’t the pill itself that hurt.
The truth was, I had no intention of bringing a child into this nightmare.
But the way it had been handled...
So cold. So clinical.
As though my body belonged to Romeo, and I was simply following instructions.
Then again...
This was the same man who had humiliated me before hundreds of people at our wedding and promised to make my life miserable.
Why had I expected anything different?
A surge of anger rushed through me.
For one reckless second, I wanted to slap the glass from Keegan’s hand and watch it shatter across the floor.
Instead, I swallowed my pride.
I needed Romeo.
More importantly...
I needed Romeo’s help.
Without another word, I took the pills and washed them down.
The bitterness lingered on my tongue.
“So,” I said flatly, handing him back the empty glass, “are you done here?”
Keegan slipped on his jacket.
“Yeah. I’ll be leaving now.”
He had barely taken three steps before I found my voice.
“Wait.”
He stopped and turned.
“Someone broke through our estate security and took my mother.”
The casual expression disappeared from his face. “What?”
“My mother was kidnapped.”
His brows knitted together. “Isn’t she bedridden after the stroke?”
“Yes.”
My voice trembled despite my efforts to steady it.
“She can barely take care of herself, and somehow they still took her.”
I swallowed hard.