Chapter 200

She’d already been sentenced to death—so really, nothing she said would matter anymore. Ethan Blackwood would never believe her anyway. So why bother? Right now, the only thing Clara Walton cared about was keeping the baby inside her safe. It was her flesh and blood. There was no way she could just give up. She took a deep breath, but then Ethan’s voice cut through the air—cold and merciless. He was looking down at her like she was nothing. “You actually think I’d let a kid that’s not mine be born into this world?” Ethan asked, eyes narrowing with icy disdain. Clara stared at him, stunned. Was he completely out of his mind? He gripped her arm tighter. “The only reason he exists is for that umbilical cord blood. So when he’s born doesn’t matter.” Every word he said was cruel beyond belief. Then, without any regard for the bleeding that was already soaking through Clara’s clothes, Ethan yanked her hand and dragged her toward the master bedroom door. She stumbled behind him, barely able t