From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 427

Chapter 427

Chapter 341: I Have A Daughter

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“Servemmah!” Alyssa’s voice cut sharply through the haze.

I barely registered her as I tore the IV from my wrist, ignoring the sharp sting and the sudden warmth of blood trailing down ang din Pain meant nothing.

Nothing mattered except Roman.

With my legs already swung off the bed, dizziness threatened to knock me flat, but rage anchored me upright. Rage and fear arsed ur gnawing certainty that something was happening without me–something irreversible.

“Savannah, wait!” Alyssa shouted, scrambling after me as I stormed into the hallway. Emily who was asleep on the couch followed after mom too, calling out to her.

I didn’t slow.

The hospital corridor stretched endlessly ahead of me, polished floors reflecting the harsh lights overhead. Nurses turned. Doctors paused mid–conversation. Someone called my name. Someone else gasped when they noticed my gown half open, my bare feet slapping against the cold tiles, blood dripping steadily from my wrist.

I didn’t care. I was looking for one man. And that’s my mission.

Then I spotted him.

General Reginald Blackwood stood near the nurses‘ station, flanked by doctors and men in black suits who didn’t bother pretending thes

weren’t armed.

He was shaking hands, nodding with that cold, detached authority that made my stomach churn. Like this was just another transaction. Another acquisition. Like my husband wasn’t lying unconscious somewhere behind those walls.

Like Roman wasn’t about to be stolen from me.

I marched straight toward him.

The bodyguards moved in unison, stepping directly into my path.

“Get out of my way,” I hissed.

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“Step back, madam,” one of them said evenly. “We wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

I laughed short, sharp, unhinged. “Hurt me?” I spat, peeting past them to where the General stood watching me with thinly veiled contempt. “That’s rich, coming from you people.”

“Sav!” Alyssa cried behind me. “Stop!”

I ignored her.

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“The Almighty General Blackwood,” I shouted, my voice echoing through the corridor. Heads snapped in our direction. Conversations died. “What’s the matter? Too scared to face a little girl without your army around you?”

The bodyguards tensed, hands inching closer to their weapons.

But the General didn’t move.

He simply stared at me, eyes narrowing slightly, his grip tightening around the cane in his hand. His expression remained carved from stone–cold, unreadable, utterly unbothered.

No matter how hard I tried, I could never read this man. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. And that infuriated me. And the sight of his calm only fueled the inferno burning inside me.

“I’m all alone, you know,” I continued loudly, spreading my arms wide. “It’s just me now. Roman’s not here with me anymore. So why are you still skulking around like a coward? What are you afraid of, huh?”

Silence fell heavy and suffocating.

A small crowd had gathered–nurses, doctors, patients, curious onlookers drawn by the spectacle of a woman unraveling in a hospital gown. I felt their eyes on me, but instead of shame, I felt power. This was his nightmare.

Public attention. Scrutiny. And I was done being quiet.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” I shouted. “You think I don’t see through you? You’re transferring Roman to your manor without telling me! Without my consent! You’re trying to take him away from me while he can’t fight back!”

A murmur rippled through the crowd.

“You know damn well if Roman were conscious, he’d never step foot in that cursed house again!” My voice cracked, but I forced myself to keep going. “But because he’s in a coma, you think you can drag him back there like he’s your property!”

“Savannah,” Alyssa pleaded, grabbing my arm. “Please. You’re going to get yourself killed.”

I ripped my arm free, pointing straight at the General.

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