Aaron was drenched in sweat. Ever since receiving Emily’s medical report, a thought had started to gnaw at him—was there even the slimmest chance that the baby she was carrying... was his?
At 2 p.m., the Lopez estate was quiet—until the sudden sound of an approaching car. The butler, surprised, rushed to the door. Aaron wasn’t expected home, certainly not at this hour. Neither he nor the housemaids had ever seen Aaron return so early.
The moment Aaron stepped out of the car, he stormed toward the front entrance, his strides wide, urgency written all over his face. The butler hurried to open the door.
Without even removing his coat, Aaron barked an order: "Bring Mia—the maid who handled Emily’s meals."
Less than a minute later, Mia was led into the front hall.
Aaron didn’t waste a seco
