"She's pregnant?" Riley said in shock, her voice rising as she walked toward Tryson, disbelief written all over her face.
Her eyes narrowed as she watched him, noticing how eerily calm he remained.
He simply continued his conversation with the staff, as though her words had no effect on him. The tension in the room grew thicker with each passing moment.
Riley stood there for a few seconds, waiting for a response, but Tryson just gestured for the staff to continue with their duties, his demeanor unchanged. This only fueled Riley's anger and confusion.
"Tryson, I'm talking to you!" Riley exclaimed, her frustration clear as she advanced toward him, a sharp tone cutting through the air.
Tryson's gaze finally shifted toward her, his expression hardening as he met her challenge. "And what if she's pregnant, Riley?" His words were harsh, his eyes dark and filled with a sense of dread, as though he couldn't care less about the situation.
