“Henderson! Ambulance! Now!”
Lena clutched his shirt. “The baby.”
“I’ve got you.” His jacket was already off, pressed against the bleeding. “You hear me, Lena? I’ve got you both.”
“You don’t know that.”
His hand found hers and held tight.
“I know because I will not allow anything else.”
Part 3
Adrian did not wait for the ambulance.
He carried Lena through the executive floor in his arms, past shocked employees and terrified assistants, barking orders with deadly precision.
“Call Dr. Patel at Columbia Presbyterian. Tell her we’re coming in. Emergency obstetrics. Move.”
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