Chapter 45

Daimon’s gaze darkened, his fingers drumming against the armrest. Ertha didn’t like the tone of that message one bit. Mr. Austin wasn’t someone they could afford to provoke. And if Daimon wasn’t careful, things could spiral out of control very soon. Daimon waved Ertha away, leaning back against the cold hospital wall. His head felt like a chaotic storm, thoughts clashing and overlapping. He had never felt this lost before. His mind drifted back five years—to the pregnancy test he found too late, to the nights Enlyan quietly endured treatments, hoping to conceive. She had tried so hard, and he… he had only given her indifference. Not because he didn’t care, but because he didn’t know how to face her. Deep down, he had wanted that child. He had even restructured the company's shares, intending to leave a portion as a gift, whether it was a boy or a girl. He thought it was the least he could do. But then—Katrina appeared, claiming to be pregnant with a child from the Blackwood family. Dai