The colleague gasped sharply, then turned a bewildered look toward Pierce. "Then who is this?"
Seraphina didn't even blink. "I don't know him."
Once she ensured Caspian was settled in the back with his seatbelt fastened, Seraphina opened the passenger door, took the baby back into her arms, sat down, and gave the driver an address.
The driver, clearly experienced in the art of minding his own business, didn't ask a single question and simply started the engine.
Before the car pulled away, Seraphina looked back at the young nurse named Stella. As if bound by some silent agreement, Stella was looking back at her.
The two women's gazes met in the night air. Ultimately, it was Stella who looked away first.
Then, Seraphina's eyes met another gaze.
She didn't know how to describe the look in Pierce's eyes right now.
Disappointment, agony, grief, confusion.
He stared at her as if he had a thousand questions but couldn't voice a single one.
The blood from his temple poured freely, staining nearly half his face red.
"Seraphina," he swayed unsteadily, his voice a hoarse plea. "Get out of the car. Come home with me."
Seraphina withdrew her gaze and instructed the driver, "Let's go."
The night wind was freezing. She held the baby a little tighter against her chest.
Sensing her warmth, the little girl babbled softly before drifting back to sleep.
Looking at her soft, chubby face, Seraphina couldn't help but smile faintly.
When Caspian had mentioned it earlier, she hadn't quite believed him, but this baby really was an absurdly heavy sleeper.
With all that chaos just now, she hadn't even woken up once.
Maybe it was for the best. Adult messes shouldn't bleed into a child's world.
This baby was supposed to have a whole family, two parents who adored her. Instead, she was dragged into a silent storm, losing her parents at such a tender age and spending her first days on earth bouncing from one terrifying ordeal to the next.
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