Chapter 8 - The BloodlineMarcus stared, his carefully constructed composure finally cracking. “Khloe? Why are you calling my wife by her first name, Robert? Let’s keep this professional.”
Robert looked up from my abdomen, and the professional fury in his face transformed into something deeply, dangerously personal.
“I am keeping it professional, Marcus,” Robert said softly. “And I am calling her by her name because she is my niece. My sister’s daughter. And you just let a snake assault her in my hospital.”
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The silence that followed was deafening. Marcus’s face went ash-gray. I had always been private about my family, wanting to build my own life without the shadow of the Hayes medical dynasty. Marcus had never made the connection that the man whose favor he had been courting for a multi-million dollar hospital wing was my uncle.
I doubled over as a violent cramp ripped through my uterus. Robert didn’t waste another second. He pulled a radio from his belt and barked a series of rapid-fire codes into it. He called for obstetrics, the trauma team, and a crash gurney. He cited a possible placental abruption. The hospital was about to descend upon Marcus’s private PR nightmare.
