Chapter 662 Sherry’s Choice
Liam saw her spiraling. His frown deepened, a touch of impatience creeping into his voice, “Sherry, calm down. You need rest. Don’t upset the baby.”
More of those hollow, empty reassurances.
Sherry’s heart went cold—all the way down.
She stopped looking at him. She slumped back onto the bed, pulling the blanket up over her head, her voice muffled, “I’m tired. Leave me alone.”
Liam stood there for a few seconds, said nothing, and walked out.
The door clicked shut. Sherry sat up instantly—her eyes dry now.
Late that night, when the hospital halls were empty, Sherry slipped out of her room in her hospital gown.
She pushed open the door to Tatiana’s room.
Tatiana was propped against the headboard reading—a soft yellow lamp lighting her calm profile. She didn’t seem surprised.
She didn’t even look up. Just turned a page and said, “Did you make your choice?”
Sherry closed the door and walked to the bedside. Gone was the arrogance and bluffing from before. Her face was eerily calm, with a hint of desperate finality.
“Yes, I did.”
Tatiana paused, closed her book, and finally looked up—her eyes assessing.
Sherry leaned in, lowering her voice, eyes locked on Tatiana’s, “I need money. Enough to live comfortably for the rest of my life and disappear. And I need to make sure the Langstroms won’t come after me. I want to keep this baby.”
If she had the child, the Langstroms would never let her have it. She’d need help to take it away.
And looking around, it seemed like only Boss Su could pull that off.
Tatiana didn’t say yes or no. She just asked, “What can you give me in return?”
Sherry wasn’t dumb. She’d figured it out by now, “You don’t love Liam. You have another agenda.”
The room went quiet, just the soft hum of the air conditioner.
Tatiana tapped her fingers lightly on the book cover, “I want to know one thing.”
“What?”
Sherry let out a breath. She wasn’t scared of what Tatiana wanted—she was scared she wanted nothing at all.
“I want to know… Liam’s biggest secret.”
Sherry’s pupils shrank. Her heart raced.
Tatiana could already see the answer on her face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Sherry recovered quickly, denying it.
“Yes, you do.”
“No, I don’t!”
Tatiana opened her book again.
“If you are not willing to tell me, then you can go.”
“Tatiana! Name another condition!”
“This is the only one I care about. It’s all I want.”
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