From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 423

Chapter 423

Chapter 239: Don’t Let Him

Savannah

It felt like I was trapped inside someone else’s nightmare.

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Like if I blinked hard enough, I would wake up in our bed, Roman would be beside me, breathing softly, his arm heavy around my waist. Like this hospital smell–bleach and fear and cold–would dissolve into nothing. Like his blood wasn’t still staining my hands no matter how many times I scrubbed my hands down my thighs.

But the doors remained shut. And Roman was still fighting for his life on the other side of them.

I stood there, frozen in the waiting room, my knees trembling, my chest aching with every breath I dragged in. Every second felt stretched thin, fragile, like it might snap and send me screaming into the void.

I lifted my head slowly–and met the General’s eyes.

Reginald Blackwood stood across from me like judgment incarnate. Tall. Rigid. Immaculate in a dark coat that looked untouched by the chaos surrounding us. His black and silver hair was slicked back neatly, his face still rock hard like it had been carved from stone rather

than flesh.

His fingers tightened around the head of his cane. “Young lady,” he said, his voice calm but razor–sharp. “I asked you a question. One that

demands an answer.”

My throat tightened.

“Where the hell is my son?” he barked suddenly, slamming the cane against the floor. “And what have you done to him?!”

I flinched violently, tears spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them. “I–I-” My voice cracked. I shook my head, twisting my fingers together so hard my knuckles burned. “Roman is in surgery. He’s… he’s in there.” I gestured weakly toward the doors behind me. “I never meant to hurt him. I would never hurt him. I love him. I swear,

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He stepped forward. Just one step. But that was all it took to make me stumble back instinctively.

Cassandra remained where she was behind him, pale and stiff, her hands clasped together so tightly they were trembling. Her eyes darted between us, panic written all over her face–but she said nothing.

“You,” the General said coldly, “and your worthless clan of thieves dragged my son down into your filth and put his life in danger. Now you dare stand before me and lie?”

“No!” I cried, shaking my head frantically. “That’s not true. I would never put Roman’s life in danger. Never. I would rather die before I→→

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Chapter 423

My voice faltered.

For the first time since he arrived, I looked around the waiting room and realized how alone I was.

My mother was gone, having left earlier to pray when her sobs became too loud to contain. Jace had been taken to the police station to give his statement. Alyssa had gone downstairs to make arrangements for Emily because our home had been sealed off as a crime scene.

They hadn’t abandoned me. They were just… gone. And it’s partly because I pushed them away earlier. And suddenly the weight of everything crashed down on me all at once.

The blood. The gunshots. Roman bleeding out in my arms.

My vision blurred. The room tilted. I swayed and barely managed to grab the back of a chair before my knees gave out.

The General watched me with naked disgust.

He didn’t move to help me. Didn’t ask what was wrong. He just didn’t care.

A sharp cramp twisted through my lower abdomen, stealing my breath. I gasped, clutching my belly instinctively, biting down on my lip to keep me from screaming out. The pain intensified.

“Pray, Savannah,” he said quietly, his eyes locked on mine. “Pray with everything you have that nothing happens to my son.”

My chest tightened.

“Because if my son is not returned to me in perfect condition,” he continued, his voice dropping into something far more sinister, “you and your entire family will never see the light of day again.”

My blood ran cold.

“Ever.” He added. Then his gaze slowly drifted downward to my stomach.

And when he spoke again, it felt like he ripped the air straight from my lungs.

“Including that thing in your womb.”

I gasped and stumbled back, my hands flying protectively to my belly. “How–how did you-”

He cut me off sharply. “Know?” he sneered. “You’re surprised that I am aware of how you trapped my son with a pregnancy he clearly did not want? That you practically forced a child on him to secure your position?”

My ears rang. Tears streamed freely down my face as I slapped a hand over my mouth. “Oh my God…”

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