Chapter 20 The Truth About My Pregnancy

He had promised her five minutes, yet he broke his word. Truly... unforgivable. As Bernard Jacobson walked away, Vivian Donovan grabbed his arm. "Bernard, I haven't even held it against you for sleeping with me—can't you let your expert team treat my father? I won't short you on surgery fees. I have money!" Yesterday, she'd considered asking Bernard for a discount on the procedure fee, but his behavior had pushed her too far, so she'd abandoned the idea. Just three minutes ago, she'd been moved by Bernard's words—"I'll send my expert team to treat your father"—thinking he wasn't completely heartless, that he still had a shred of humanity. Now it seemed she'd been naive. Bernard stopped, turned, and fixed her with his narrow, sharp eyes. His gaze landed on her neck, where the necklace stood out glaringly. "Money?" A mocking smile touched his handsome face. "How much are you charging Curtis Huxley per night?" For over two months, he'd had someone secretly monitoring Vivian and her phone,