OLIVIA
I sighed, glancing at the black Rolls-Royce waiting for me at the school's parking lot.
Why on earth did Mr. Blackwood want to see me?
"Ma'am?" One of the men who had come to pick me up called out expectantly, holding the car door open.
Wringing my fingers in nervous anticipation, I forced myself forward, ducking my head as I slipped inside. The door shut behind me with a quiet thud, sealing me in.
And just like that, we were on our way—to where, I had no idea.
All I knew was that Christian's grandfather had demanded to see me.
A shiver ran down my spine as my mind raced with possibilities and why he wanted to see me. Was this about the pregnancy test?
My heart pounded at the thought, a cold sweat forming at my temples.
If it was about the test, what was I supposed to say?
