Rachel did not smile back. Her face turned completely serious, and she stepped closer to the stainless-steel guardrail of the bed. "I have something very important that I wanted to say to you, Vincent."
I braced my hands against the mattress, leaning forward slightly. "What is it?"
"I am here to talk to you directly about Camilla," Rachel stated, her voice echoing firmly in the quiet room. "Camilla is absolutely not pregnant with your child."
I was completely confused by her sudden accusation. I shook my head, my brow furrowing beneath the thick white bandage. "What does she mean by that, Rachel? She has shown me the initial documentation from the private clinic."
"I am not making this up, Vincent," she said, her voice dropping to a steady, razor-sharp register as she stepped right up
