"Sir… it’s either we save her, or her baby."

George froze, his chest tightening as if someone had sucked the air from the room. His lips parted, but no sound came out.

“B-baby?” His voice cracked, trembling.

“Yes, Mr. Williams.” The doctor’s expression was grave, his tone steady. “She’s two months pregnant.”

The words shattered him.

Pregnant?

Thalia was pregnant. And he knew nothing about it.

Rosy pressed a hand over her mouth, biting her lip so hard it ...