Chapter 447
Chapter 447
Chapter 252: Remember What?
Savannah
“Why did you do that p>
Riley’s voice barely reached me. It slipped between the clink of cutlery and the murmur of conversation like a secret never meant to be heard by more than one person.
Around us, dinner continued normally.
Plates were lifted. Forks scraped porcelain. River laughed–soft, polite, rehearsed. Wine glasses tilted. Servants moved in silent, efficient patterns, refilling water, adjusting napkins, smoothing wrinkles that didn’t exist. Then they were gone.
Just like ghosts.
It was as if the moment from earlier had never even happened. As if I hadn’t just been accused–indirectly, of course, because Reginald seemed to never dirty his hands with direct blows–of infidelity. Of deception. Of trapping his son with a pregnancy that didn’t belong to him. Nor did he even want.
And even though I was furious at Reginald, a part of me felt guilty.
In honesty, I did force the child on Roman. He had one rule and I broke it. He didn’t want children.
Could it be possible that deep down, Roman still wasn’t entirely comfortable with this? The baby? Being a father?
Was he only going along with this and pretending because he knew it’d make me happy?
Was he just agreeing to everything because he didn’t want to lose me nor see me cry?
God, what have I done?
I looked around the room. Everyone was eating. Everyone except me.
I sat rigid in my chair, spine straight, shoulders tense, hands folded tightly in my lap as if that alone could keep me from shaking. My plate sat untouched before me,
steam long gone, the food cooling into something unappetizing and foreign.
I wouldn’t eat here. Not a single bite. Not after that. I wouldn’t even be surprised if Reginald poisoned my meal.
Anger burned hot and sharp in my chest, but beneath it was something worse – something humiliating and raw. I felt flayed open. Examined. Reduced to a problem that needed solving.
I had been discussed like an object. Like a liability. That arrogant, narcissistic, pompous old bully.
Who the hell did Reginald Blackwood think he was?
“Do what? ” I asked Riley quietly, turning my head just enough to acknowledge her without drawing attention.
I knew exactly what she meant. The paternity test.
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“Refuse to take it,” she said, her voice careful, controlled. Too controlled for someone her age.
I let out a slow breath and looked at her fully now. Riley’s face was composed, but her eyes were sharp and watchful in a way that didn’t belong to a sixteen–year–old girl. She had learned, somehow, how to survive in this house.
“Your father implied I was cheating on Roman,” I said softly. “He all but called me a liar. A thief. A gold digger who basically slept her way into his family p>
Riley’s gaze flicked instinctively to the right, toward the head of the table. Toward Reginald.
He sat exactly as I guessed he always did. Perfect posture. Calm expression. Utter control. He looked like a man enjoying a perfectly ordinary dinner, not someone who had just detonated a bomb and watched everyone scramble to avoid the fallout.
“I know what it sounded like,” Riley whispered. “And I know how it felt. But Savannah… I also know wh continue. “I believe that baby is my brother’s p>
She paused, as if weighing whether to
My chest tightened.
“Sir knows it too,” she went on. “He just doesn’t care. He wants to use this p>
I swallowed hard.
“But do you really want to walk away?” she asked quietly. “Leave Roman here? Alone? Unconscious? With him p>
The words landed like a blade straight into my heart.
Images flashed unbidden through my mind. Roman pale and unmoving, machines humming softly around him, his body utterly defenseless. Reginald standing at his bedside, cold eyes calculating, already planning what to do next.
I said nothing.
“Because once you leave,” Riley continued, her voice dropping further, “you should understand something very clearly.” She leaned closer. “You’ll lose my brother forever. Haven’t you heard of amnesia after waking up from a coma? Or serious brain damage? Sir would probably rather have a brain dead son than a healthy one who’d pose a threat. He can make that happen p>
My breath hitched.
“And not just that,” she added, her tone steady but grim. “He’ll come after your baby. And in case you haven’t noticed… babies don’t make it out in this
place p>
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