Maxwell's voice rose in irritation. "Why are you silent? I asked you a question!"
Isadora's body trembled, her eyes fixed on the floor.
"The baby is fine, I presume?" Maxwell's tone was laced with sarcasm.
Isadora's shoulders shook, her lips quivering.
Maxwell snorted, turning to leave. "I'll take that as a yes. I have other matters to attend to."
As the door closed behind Maxwell, Antonio emerged from the closet, his eyes locked on Isadora's stricken face. He approached her, his presence both comforting and intense.
Antonio's anger boiled over. "What did he just say?!" he exploded, his eyes blazing with fury.
Isadora's voice trembled. "Antonio, please calm down, let me explain..."
But Antonio cut her off, his words dripping with venom. "So it's true, then? You're having his baby?!" He couldn't finish the sentence, his emotions choking him.
