Elsa
I desperately wanted to be by Adam’s side when he confronted Uldrich, but he shut me down. He was focused on something else entirely—celebrating the news of the pregnancy. He decided to put off any confrontation until the next day.
“That bastard is lucky whatever tricks he pulled didn’t hurt the baby,” Adam muttered, referring to the mess O’Brian had created. There was a cold edge to his voice, and it made me even more desperate to know how he had dealt with O’Brian. The curiosity burned inside me, and I could hardly focus on anything else.
I knew we were supposed to be having a romantic dinner, savouring this rare, joyful moment. But the questions kept bubbling up inside me, threatening to spill over.
Claire needed to know what he did to O’Brian, too. She deserved to know. I fe
