Page 70 of Plunge into Obsession

And now she had fainted in the middle of the parking lot, and I didn’t fucking know why.

Fuck, but why did she faint?

The doctor came in, drawing my attention.

I stood up to my full height, and the man paused a little before slowly walking further into the room.

“Mr. Cadorna? We got Bianca’s test results back.”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t like the sound of her name coming from another man’s lips. I refrained from reacting, and when an uncomfortable silence filled the room, the older doctor shifted a little on his feet and moved closer to her bed.

I watched him intently.

He didn’t touch her, and he seemed almost reluctant to tell me what the fuck was going on. Was it fucking bad news?

Fuck.

“Spit it out,” I said.

“I c-can’t give out my patient’s information. I-it’s against…”

He trailed off when I flashed him a sharp look. What was the point of having an entire hospital in my pocket if this shit doctor didn’t do as I asked?

“I own this hospital. That means I own you. Either tell me, or things will get very bad for you.”

He flinched. “She’s pregnant.”

I didn’t respond to that. I couldn’t

Fuck.

Blood roared in my ears, and I didn’t say anything for a moment.

Raphael spoke first. “Come again?”

“Ms. Hansley is pregnant. We’ve run the blood test, and she has all the markers of being pregnant, though it’s still early. I would suggest making an appointment with an obstetrician to determine how you would both like to deal with the pregnancy.”

I paused, taking in his words. “Are you suggesting I wouldn’t want to keep the baby? My baby?”

And there was no doubt that it was my baby.

I had put men on her since long before I had even decided she was mine. And no other fucker was sniffing around what was mine. I had made sure of that. Which made the fact that she had gotten harassed at the parking lot ofmystrip club all the more aggravating.

He shifted on his feet, and Raphael shook his head at the stupid fucker.

“I am merely laying out the options so you and Ms. Hansley can carefully determine what the best course of action would be—”

“Get out,” I said quietly, menacingly.

The doctor stuttered something unintelligible but shut up when I added, “I don’t like to repeat myself.”

He stumbled out of there.

I turned to the other two men. “Both of you as well.”

Unlike the stupid doctor, they both left without another word.

Raphael squeezed my shoulder as he passed.

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