"I'll handle it," Gavin smiled warmly at his mother.
Gillian was furious. All that talking, and it had gone in one ear and out the other.
"Suit yourself." With that, she turned around and followed the boarding line.
Watching his parents and grandmother disappear through the gate, Gavin immediately turned on his heel and strode rapidly toward the exit, dialing Sophie's number as he walked.
He called several times, but it kept going straight to voicemail.
Sophie had bought a new phone the very day Eileen smashed her old one. It couldn't be broken, and aside from being in meetings, she rarely turned it off.
A sudden wave of panic washed over him.
When Sophie had sent the picture of the paternity test, her accompanying text felt noticeably defeated.
He had replied, "I'll talk my parents around, don't worry. I'll come straight back to you after dropping them off."
She only replied with one word: "Okay."
Speeding the entire way back, he made it to her apartment in record time, but his persistent knocking went unanswered.
Her phone was still unreachable, so he quickly dialed Sarah.
The news hit him like a ton of bricks: Sophie was at the hospital.
Without asking for details, Gavin sped to the hospital. He finally spotted Sophie in the waiting area outside the third-floor operating room.
Her hand was wrapped in thick gauze, her face ghost-white, and she sat staring blankly ahead. Sarah, sitting beside her, spotted him first and waved him over.
Gavin rushed up and crouched beside Sophie, gently cradling her right hand. "How did you get hurt? What happened?"
Sophie didn't answer. Sarah looked equally troubled.
"It was Eileen. That psycho suddenly charged at her and pushed her into the street."
Gavin snapped his head up, scanning the waiting area, but Eileen was nowhere to be seen. Two rows ahead, a middle-aged man turned around, frowned briefly at Gavin, glanced at Sophie and Sarah, and then turned his back again.
It was Harold.
Ignoring him completely, Gavin turned his focus back to Sophie. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"


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