Damian's eyes darkened, his lips curling into a bitter smirk. All lies.
A plan sparked in his mind. He dialed a number, his voice devoid of warmth. "Find out what caused the drone malfunction on Amelia's birthday."
The response came quickly. "Damian, Hazel tampered with the control console, shutting it down."
His gaze grew colder, the truth confirming his suspicions. Amelia's hatred for him, her pain—it all traced back to Hazel's sabotage.
When Hazel's labor began, her contractions wracked her with pain, her consciousness flickering. Damian stood over her, his touch gentle as he brushed her hair, but his voice was frigid. "Hang in there. The pain's temporary. You'll deliver the pup just fine."
Hazel endured, but after hours, she'd only dilated three centimeters, the agony nearly break
