The room temperature was at its lowest point, and I could sense the indifference and anger in his eyes.
My heart skipped a beat as I’d never seen him this way. I went to reach for his hand out of instinct but was swung aside.
I meant to say something, but terrified of his appalling gaze, I closed my eyes and kept silent.
“Clara, you have no heart!” Dennis then just left.
Watching his back, I let out a sigh and considered this as the best result that we could have.
“Aren’t you afraid that Mr. George might resent you?” A low and elderly voice traveled into the door. It was Mr. Pearson, who was checking on my condition with the medical records.
He asked naturally, “This baby had half of his blood from Mr. George. You can fool him this time, but what about the next time?
Truth will come to light sooner or later.”