Chapter 196

To Ethan Blackwood, Clara Walton’s attitude was nothing short of giving up. He let out a cold scoff, then slammed the car window shut, cutting off the eye contact between Clara and Nathaniel Griffith—clean and sharp. It almost felt like bringing Clara here was just to mess with her head, to push her to the edge so she'd finally let go. But what he didn’t see coming was that the one who ended up getting hurt was… himself. Ethan said nothing more. He just stepped on the gas, speeding towards the hospital like he was trying to outrun something. Today was Clara’s 32-week prenatal check-up. But this visit was different. Not just because Ethan came along. It was because this time, he told the doctor to draw amniotic fluid—for a paternity test. Doing that at this stage was risky, dangerous even. But with the way Ethan's eyes were dark and heavy, the doctor didn’t dare fight him on it. Clara knew what was happening the whole time. Still, she didn’t protest. Not a word. Even when the needle wen