Isaac moved fast, stepping in front of Isabel like a shield. His eyes cut sharp at Vera. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Vera folded her arms, unbothered. “I came to tell you the truth. After that night… when you were unconscious, you got me pregnant. I thought I was sick because of the stress you put me through but the doctor said...”
Isabel’s breath caught. Her fingers gripped the blanket tighter around her chest. “What?” she whispered, her voice shaking.
Isaac’s head snapped back to Vera, his jaw tight. “What the f**k are you talking about?”
Vera smiled faintly. “You know exactly what I mean. You touched me that night.”
Isaac’s brows furrowed, his voice rising. “The hell I did. Don’t stand here and spin lies.”
Isabel shook her head quickly, tears building. “Isaac… is this… is
