He quietly excused himself to the superior seated at the head of the table, grabbed his briefcase, and strode out of the conference room.
He made four phone calls on the way down—the first to the hospital to secure their top OB-GYN specialist.
The second to Jasper, telling him to get to the hospital immediately.
The third to Julian, ordering him to drop whatever he was working on and head straight there. The final call was to Tristan.
Jasper was the first to arrive at the hospital.
He hadn't even had time to change out of his military uniform, his cap tucked under his arm.
As he marched down the hallway, the heels of his combat boots struck the terrazzo floor with an urgent, commanding rhythm, forcing nurses and families to hastily step out of his path.
Arriving outside the OB-GYN ward, he saw his mother, Cora, sitting on a corridor bench, wiping her tears.
His father, Xavier, stood by the window on the phone, his voice hushed but his cadence rapid, clearly negotiating with someone on the other end.
"Mom, how's Penny?" Jasper crouched in front of Cora and took her hands.
"She's inside on bed rest. The doctor said she needs absolute immobilization," Cora choked out, her makeup completely ruined by her tears.
"She was perfectly fine, and then suddenly... the doctor said her emotional fluctuation was too extreme, and it triggered the baby. She's at risk of a threatened miscarriage. If she loses this child, what if she tries to take her own life again..."
Jasper's brows locked into a fierce knot.
He patted the back of his mother's hand, stood up, and walked over to Xavier.
Xavier had just ended his call. He turned around, his face livid.
"Dad, what happened?"
Xavier took a deep breath, shoved his phone into his pocket, and spoke in a low, rigidly controlled voice:


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