Conrad had warned her that Cole's health was hanging by a thread, only kept stable by the Foster family's constant care. He could not handle another blow.
She prayed silently, desperately hoping Cole would stay in the dark about her kidnapping.
However, Julia, pacing around the cot, was deaf to Evangeline's heart's cries, stopping ominously by her side.
Winter had wrapped its chilly fingers around the world, and Evangeline was bundled up in layers of clothes. Yet, Julia's eyes cut through the fabric, fixating on the obvious bump that marred the silhouette. A surge of unprecedented loathing bubbled up within her.
Why was it Evangeline who got to have Walter's baby, while she, despite all her efforts, had not even gotten close to him?
Julia's manicured fingers paused their primping, drifting over to rest on Evangeline's stomach, stroking it ever so lightly.
The thick layers muffled the sensation, but Evangeline could feel each of Julia's touches, sending shivers down her spine, her face growing ashen.
Trapped, with her limbs bound to a frigid metal bed, Evangeline could only crane her neck to catch glimpses of Julia's actions.
Ever since they were kids, Julia had a knack for taking what was hers—her plush toys, her violin, and then, her man.
The moment Julia's eyes had landed on Walter, she had started to flirt shamelessly.
Seeing Evangeline pregnant with Walter's child, how could Julia not seethe with envy?
Fear for her unborn child made Evangeline's voice quiver. "Do whatever you want to me, Julia, but if you harm my baby, I swear, I'll haunt you beyond this life!"
However, her threats fell on deaf ears, met only with Julia's scornful laughter.
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