Drake’s fist curled so tight his knuckles cracked and his eyes were hard to read.
But Elena stood her ground.“Can you tell me how Gerald found out about my pregnancy?”
Drake wanted to growl but he forced it down, “I saw it on Gerald's phone. Someone in your lab group chat said to take care of you,” his words was low and heavy.
The answer cut through Elena. She didn’t need more proof. Aria had seen the test stick, she had thrown away and relate it to others.
Elena’s hand tightened around the coat wrapped around her body. She forced a small nod.
“Thank you.”
She pulled her coat tighter, burying her scent, and turned away.
Drake didn’t move. Guilt pressed down on him. The knowledge of her pregnancy clawed at his chest. For once, anger didn’t flare. He stood and watched her retreating
