Chapter 4

I took my son to the hospital for a checkup and had my own injuries treated while we were there.

The doctor recommended keeping him one more night for observation. The department head had already arranged things with the receiving hospital, so we could transfer the next day.

I had just updated my lawyer about the transfer time when Adrian pushed open the door.

He saw the brace on my wrist and frowned. "It's that bad?"

I didn't answer.

When he carried Rosalind off earlier, I had been standing right there.

He had seen me. He simply hadn't spared me any attention.

He set down the food he'd brought and pulled over a chair. "I was too harsh earlier. Rosalind's ankle is swollen too. Let's put this behind us. Delete the video."

So that was why he'd come.

I took the divorce agreement out of my bag. "Read this first."

He flipped through two pages without signing. His expression darkened. "You want to take my son?"

"I've always been the one taking care of him."

"How will you support him once you leave the Blackwood family?"

"I have a job."

"You've already packed everything?"

"He's transferring hospitals tomorrow."

"Evelyn, did I agree to that?"

The baby woke with a start and began to cry.

I picked him up and didn't argue any further.

That was when Rosalind walked in and handed Adrian a lab report.

"Adrian, something seems off about the baby's blood type."

She glanced at me. "Given your blood types, how could the baby have..."

Adrian read it, then his eyes snapped up to me. "Whose baby is this?"

I reached for the report. "Let's have a doctor check it first."

He moved it out of my reach and made a call. "Set up a paternity test."

"She hands you one piece of paper, and you suspect me?"

"Then why are you in such a hurry to take him away?"

I looked at him, took out my phone, and texted my lawyer.

He's at the hospital. He's stopping me from transferring my son.

The message had barely gone through before my phone was snatched away.

Adrian called in the bodyguards waiting in the hallway. "Keep an eye on her until the results come back."

They moved into the room before the ward staff could intervene. His orders had no authority here, but they were blocking the door anyway.

From behind him, Rosalind said softly, "And what about how she made me lose my baby? We can't just keep letting that go."

Adrian looked at me. "You owe Rosalind an answer for that too."

"I never hurt her."

The words were barely out when a woman in scrubs came in wearing a hospital badge and said she needed to take the baby.

I held my son tighter. "Where's his attending doctor? Whatever you need to do, I'm going with him."

Adrian impatiently signaled the bodyguards to hold me back and reached for the baby.

I refused to let go. My son began crying in fright. "Stop pulling me! You'll hurt him!"

While I shielded the baby's head, he took my son from my arms and handed him to the woman.

I went after them. "He's still recovering from surgery! Ask his attending physician first!"

No one paid any attention to me.

Rosalind followed the woman out the door.

I blocked Adrian's way. "You're the one who handed him over. Go with them. Don't let her touch him."

He pushed my hand away. "Rosalind cares more about the baby than you do."

The door shut.

My son's crying grew fainter and fainter, and I didn't even know where they had taken him.

I pressed the call button, asked the nurse to find my son, and wrote down my lawyer's number for her.

The nurse had barely left when Rosalind slapped a sheet of paper down in front of me.

"Sign it, and you can see your son."