Esther’s POV
Nicholas’s voice was like the crack of thunder rolling through the corridor, sharp and merciless.
“What did you do to her?” His eyes cut into me as Amanda whimpered at his side, clutching her arm and looking at the very picture of a delicate, wounded maiden. “Why did Amanda fall?”
I could still feel the phantom weight of her grip on me, the way she had dragged me toward the obstetrics wing moments earlier. But now she looked so fragile, so pitiful, like she might crumble into dust if he breathed too hard in her direction.
Amanda sniffled, tilting her face upward so her tears glistened prettily in the torchlight.
“She pushed me,” she said faintly, her voice trembling with feigned weakness. “She wanted me to miscarry, Nicholas. She wanted to kill your child. She can’t stan
