Elara's POV
“My baby is sick.”
The words formed before I could stop myself. And now that it was out, there was no turning back.
Marco continued to work on his laptop. He didn't show any sign of concern or whatever the most inhumane person should at least possess.
“I need to take her to the clinic for checkup and your men won't let me past the gate.” I resumed, trying not to be bothered by his nonchalance.
“The family's doctor will come do that.” He didn't look past his laptop.
On the screen were minimized apps showing a weird template. The one with the biggest view was a video of people working in what seemed like a warehouse. Looking at the date and time, it was dated, which meant it was CCTV footage.
Unexpectedly, he closed his laptop but didn't look at me. “You know why yo
