“Move aside,” Vivian ordered.
“No.”
The single word stunned everyone in the hallway.
Sabrina blinked. “Excuse me?”
Ethan’s jaw tightened. “What’s inside the folder?”
Vivian sighed dramatically. “Necessary arrangements. Emma isn’t stable enough to make decisions right now. She already agreed weeks ago.”
I let out a weak laugh.
Vivian’s eyes sliced toward me. “Please don’t perform, dear. It’s humiliating.”
Ethan pulled the door wider. “Say it clearly, Mom.”
Her expression hardened instantly.
“Fine. Emma is not qualified to raise a Crawford child. She has no proper family, no social standing, no understanding of legacy. Sabrina and Tyler have struggled for years to have children. This arrangement benefits everyone.”
“This arrangement?” Ethan said slowly. “You mean my son?”
“Our son,” Sabrina snapped before realizing what she’d said.
Silence exploded across the room.
My pulse thundered, but my voice stayed calm.
“That’s an interesting choice of words.”
Sabrina recovered quickly. “You’re drugged. Nobody’s going to believe anything you think you heard.”
Vivian stepped into the room. Behind her came Dr. Keller, refusing to meet my eyes.
The same doctor who had dismissed my symptoms for weeks while Vivian hovered nearby pretending to care.
“Mrs. Crawford,” he said nervously. “You need rest. For the baby’s safety, you should sign the transfer paperwork.”
“Adoption paperwork,” I corrected.
He flinched.
Ethan spun toward him. “What did you give her?”
