Chloe frowned, eyebrows knitting together as she noticed several ultrasound photos scattered across the bed. They held the shadowy outline of a baby growing in a womb. The images weren’t crystal clear, but you could still make out the rough shape of the child, even down to the eyes, nose, and mouth. There were quite a few pictures, showcasing the baby’s tiny fingers in its mouth, curled up snugly, and even yawning.
Linda handed the photos back to Chloe, who took them without thinking, her eyes drifting over each black-and-white image. Linda watched Chloe’s face intently. “Isn't he adorable? Do you like him?”
Chloe tossed the photos back onto the bed with a scoff. “Linda, cut it out. He's your kid, not mine. Why would I care?”
Linda met Chloe’s gaze. “Would you care if he were yours?”
Chloe looked down at Linda, her expression hard. “Are you trying to make him my godchild or something?”
Linda’s eyes flickered with emotion. “I was lucky to have you today. Who knows what might have happened to me and the baby if you hadn’t been there. If you’re open to it...”
“No way,” Chloe interrupted, flipping her hair as her face settled back into a mask of indifference. “Linda, don’t even think about your dirty tricks. You know how much I can’t stand you.”
Linda’s face clouded over. Chloe went on, “But yeah, I did save you today. If you're looking to repay me, there’s something you can do.”
A spark of hope lit up Linda’s eyes. “What do you want me to do? What could possibly make things right between us?”
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