Even though he had strongly suspected Seraphina had given birth to Caspian Quincy's child, a small sliver of desperate hope had remained.
What if it wasn't her biological child?
What if she had adopted the kid?
She was a doctor. She had a compassionate heart. It would be perfectly normal for her to dote on a child.
It didn't strictly prove the baby was hers.
But Fletcher's casual words had shattered that final, fragile thread of hope—
She had indeed been pregnant.
While he was gone.
Suddenly, Pierce's phone began ringing, shattering the quiet of the hallway.
He jolted slightly, quickly pulling it out. Seeing the caller ID, his face immediately darkened.
He turned to the officer. "Officer Fletcher, I need to take this."
Fletcher nodded. Pierce walked swiftly to the end of the hall, pressing answer. His voice lacked any warmth, holding only a forced sense of compliance. "Grandfather."
Alistair Prescott's voice boomed through the speaker, terrifyingly stern and laced with absolute fury. "Pierce Prescott, you get to Hudson General Hospital right now! Immediately!"
"Grandfather, are you feeling unwell? I'll have Felix—"

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