C143 My Life on the Line.

The sight of Clayton made my blood boil. Yet he stood there, arrogant and unbothered, like a loaded gun, his gaze mockingly daring me to snap.

His voice, smooth but cold, cut through the air. “Couldn't pretend to like me even for a moment?”

I barely had time to process the bite in his tone before he delivered the real blow.

“For the sake of my unborn nephew. My son.”

The words hit like a slap