Chapter 163

Christina's POV I tried to remain polite. "The weather's awful. You should head home. Would you like me to call a car for you?" "No." She wiped her face and gave me a pitiful smile. "Forget it. I understand. You hate me. Even if I apologized, you wouldn't forgive me." She looked at me for a long moment, then turned and walked out. I watched her leave. She moved slowly, one hand still resting on her slightly protruding belly. Her shoulders were hunched. Her gait was stiff and dragging. After the door closed, I turned to Priya. "Follow her, quietly. I want to know where she's going." Priya grabbed her coat and slipped out. She returned two minutes later, breathing hard. "She hailed a taxi and left." "Anything unusual?" "No, she just looked exhausted, almost weak." I sighed with relief. "Good. The last thing I need is her faking a miscarriage on my bloody tile floor." That sense of relief lasted until dinnertime. I was having dinner when Louisa Granger called. I wiped my fingers on a napk