Chapter 369
Marcia let out a small sigh of relief. “Keep an eye on things. If you see anything suspicious, contact me immediately p>
There could be no more mistakes. Even if that bitch didn’t fail, Marcia had to ensure that her drug never made it to market. Otherwise, it would be a disaster.
She hung up, checked the time, and left her office, driving to a private hospital where she had an appointment with a top gynecologist for an abortion-one that would leave no record.
As Elissa was leaving the hospital, bag in hand, she saw Marcia glancing around furtively before heading toward the main building. She had no intention of engaging, but Marcia’s sharp eyes spotted her.
“What are you doing here?” Marcia rushed over, her voice accusing. “This hospital is famous for its maternity ward. Are you pregnant with some bastard’s child?” The thought sent a jolt of panic through her. If that bitch managed to get pregnant with Rowan’s or Frank’s child and secure her position, Marcia would be finished.
“You seem to know a lot about this place. Did you come here to get rid of a bastard of your own?” Elissa shot back, her brow furrowed in a cold sneer. “I’m good friends with the hospital director. I can give her a call and get you a discount p>
The director had been at her celebration party. In fact, she was the one who had invited Elissa to the hospital today to share some of her clinical experience with the doctors.
“Don’t you dare talk nonsense!” Marcia hissed, flustered at having her secret exposed. “I’ve been having heart palpitations lately. I just came for an EKG p>
“Is that so?” Elissa’s lips curved into a smile. “For most people, palpitations can have many causes. For you, I have only one piece of advice p>
“What p>
“Stop doing so many wicked things p>
With that, Elissa turned and walked toward her car, leaving Marcia fuming. Her stomach ached with rage. Her phone rang. “Director Lowell,” she said, answering the call. “I’m so sorry, I made a mistake. I’m not pregnant. I won’t be able to make the appointment today p>
She hung up and stamped her foot in frustration Bitch! That bitch! The doctor had promised the procedure would be off the record, but not that it would be completely confidential. If Elissa asked the director, she could easily find out and use it to ruÃn her reputation. She absolutely could not give her that opportunity.
Elissa, completely unaware of Marcia’s paranoid spiral, got in her car and drove home. Tanya had gotten off work early, and they had planned a barbecue might.
When Elissa arrived, Tanya had already prepped most of the
Susenet
ingredients. All they had to
slice the fruit and plug in the
grill.
“Well? Am I not the picture of domestic perfection today?” Tanya asked, looking
for praise the moment Elissa set her bag down.
Elissa gave her a thumbs-up. “Perfection doesn’t even cover it. I think I want to marry you p>
“I’m not opposed to the idea,” Tanya said with a grin, pulling two bottles of wine from the cabinet. “Which one should we open p>
“Whatever you like,” Elissa replied. As she spoke, she frowned and instinctively pressed a hand to her lower abdomen.
Tanya set a bottle on the table. “What’s wrong?” she asked with concern. “Is your period coming p>
“Probably,” Elissa said, but a sense of unease prompted her to check her own pulse.
What she felt made her whole world stop.
“What is it?” Tanya saw the color drain from her face and ventured a wild guess. “Dude, you’re not… pregnant, are you p>
If she was, their wine night was definitely off.