Esmond's POV
After I finished speaking, the other end of the phone fell silent, except for the faint sound of sobbing.
I felt a wave of irritation.
"Mr. Dalton, are you asking where I am so you can force me to go to the hospital and get an abortion?"
I answered her with silence.
"Where are you, exactly?" My knuckles turned white as I gripped the phone, and the reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window showed my distorted face.
Hazel's sobs crackled through the line. "If you don't want this child, I'll raise it on my own. He'll never know who his real father is..."
The tip of my pen dug into the solid wood desk, leaving a dent. I listened to her fake, choked sobs and let out a cold laugh. "Need I remind you how many condoms we went through last month during your heat? The pregnancy r
