Chapter 97

Everett’s POV: Damian opened his phone, pulled up a picture, placed the device on the table, and slid it over. I looked down at the screen. It was Scarlett’s medical file, with the pregnancy weeks clearly printed. Doing the math—she was already at 19 weeks. That meant she had been pregnant for over four months. My heartbeat sped up. Finally, the answer I’d been searching for. I clenched my jaw, burying the overwhelming excitement deep inside. Scarlett and I were having a baby. I lowered my gaze, my eyes sparkling with barely concealed joy. “I promised Miss Taylor I wouldn’t tell, but today I have no choice,” Damian said solemnly as he took the phone back. “For the sake of the baby I saved, let Amalia go!” “Let her go?” I let out a cold scoff. “Damian, Jones—you’re a doctor. You know better than anyone how bad it could’ve ended if Scarlett had actually taken those pills.” “I know,” he sighed. “That’s exactly why I stopped her. I didn’t expect her to go that far either. I get that what s