I Won’t Fight My Sister-in-Law Over My Husband

“Sir, if we don’t get her to the hospital right now, she might not survive. Are you really planning to use the fetus in your wife’s womb as a cure for Mrs. Maeve?”

The butler, who had seen more than his share of crises in his twenty years of service, was in a panic. Even for him, the gruesome scene unfolding before his eyes was too much.

Claudine Pitts lay unconscious in a pool of blood. Her face was deathly pale and the lower half of her body was a ghastly mess. Her consciousness flickered in and out.

But Elliot Graves didn’t waver for a second.