Samson Harrington leaned down and whispered in her ear, "To make you pay in blood for your debts."
Linda Roberts did not move, her body seemingly frozen in place, a ringing sound buzzing in her ears.
"I gave the video of you switching the medication to Harper Bennett."
His voice was like a devil's chant, capable of driving one to death, destroying her last bit of dignity and composure.
"How could you do this to me? Even if I've wronged everyone else, I've given you my all, given whatever you've asked for, listened to whatever you've said, believed in everything you said—I even abandoned Harper and went through IVF for you."
Her screams and accusations were hysterical.
But Samson Harrington simply responded indifferently, "That's not my child."
She froze.
No, she must have heard wrong.
"What did you just say?"
Samson Harrington slowly said, "The sperm was bought from a Sperm Bank."
A loud bang rang in her ears.
Suddenly Linda Roberts couldn't hear anything at all.
