"President Thorne, the mother's condition is bad. We couldn't save the baby... and she'll probably never be able to conceive again after this."
"What?!" Bianca sobbed until her heart felt like it was tearing apart, her teeth digging hard into her lower lip.
"Who's the father of the child?" Silas' voice came out low and tight, barely holding back his raging anger.
Bianca threw herself into his arms, overflowing with grief. "I'm so sorry, Silas... Last month, when you were drunk, you didn't wear..."
Silas' pupils blew wide with shock. A flicker of panic darted through his eyes, but he only wrapped his arms around Bianca tighter, holding her close. "No. This isn't your fault."
Only then did Bianca let go, and she broke into loud, heart-wrenching sobs. "I'll never be able to be a mom now.
