SOPHIA’S POV
When I stepped back into the room, the air was tense.
I moved in, taking the empty seat by the far wall. Anita’s eyes cut toward me instantly as if I’d dragged dirt into her sacred space.
“You should leave,” she said in a low voice, careful not to disturb Isabella. “This place isn’t for you.”
Jace finally looked up, his jaw tight. “Mum, enough.”
“She doesn’t belong here,” Anita hissed.
“She’s my wife,” Jace snapped, his voice cracking through the room. “She stays.”
Anita’s mouth clamped shut, but her glare lingered on me, making my skin burn.
I sat there quietly, my hands folded in my lap, my heart pounding but my face calm.
The door opened and a doctor in scrubs walked in, his expression was heavy.
Anita rushed forward first. “What’s the result? Will my grandchild
