Chapter 900

Melina quickly flipped her phone camera, pointing it toward a lamb grazing peacefully on the grass. Tears rolled down her cheeks, soaking into her shirt, but Andrew couldn't see them. She fought to steady her voice, keeping any trace of her emotions at bay. "Andrew, it's not just about building 100 schools that can help kids. I want you to feel fulfilled while doing it and find joy in these accomplishments." Andrew, however, wasn't in the mood for reflection. He interrupted her, his frustration evident. "I don't care about that. None of it matters if you're not here. I just want to know—when are you coming home?" Melina swallowed hard, pushing down the lump in her throat. "I'm not ready to come back yet." His voice rose, sharp and laced with anger. "Melina Crawford, do you realize you're about to give birth? Are you seriously planning to go through labor alone, out there by yourself?" He was furious—so much so that he called her by her full name, something he only did when he was