The air in Michael's office was thick with tension as i paced back and forth, my hand instinctively resting on my growing belly.
Despite Michael's repeated pleas for me to sit down and rest, i couldn't shake the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The latest developments in our battle with Victor had stirred a storm of emotions, and every fiber of my being demanded i stay involved.
"Isabella, please," Michael implored from his seat at the desk, his voice tinged with both frustration and concern. "You've been on your feet for hours. You need to think about yourself—and the baby."
"I am thinking about the baby," i snapped, my gaze sharp. "That's why we can't stop now. James is doubting Victor. If we press harder, we can widen the crack. Don't you see? This is our chance."
