Arrogant Atlanta Chief Physician Shocked When Pregnant Wife Exposes Lethal Surrogate Poison Scheme Collapsing Greedy Empire Stripping Cruel Family Wealth To Settle Scores
CHAPTER 2
The loud, metallic crack of Daniel’s glass-breaker tool striking the lobby door vibrated through the clinic's walls like a localized earthquake.
Glass shattered across the tile, cascading into a thousand glistening shards as Daniel stepped over the broken threshold, his eyes burning with terrifying, psychotic fury.
Beside him, Margaret held the silver goblet high like a twisted trophy, her expensive pearls gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights of the corridor.
"Step away from my wife, Dr. Morgan!" Daniel roared, waving a thick blue leather folder toward the nurses shielding my trembling body. "She is legally incompetent to make medical decisions, and I am her primary physician of record!"
I stood paralyzed behind Dr. Morgan, my hand clutching my swollen seven-month pregnant belly as my mind reeled from his horrific declaration.
A surrogate contract? A live video feed of a newborn nursery?
"You are not her physician here, Dr. Vance!" Dr. Morgan countered fiercely, her voice booming through the corridor with unshakeable authority. "You are trespassing on private medical property, and federal officers are already en route to this facility!"
Daniel let out a cold, mocking laugh, stepping forward as his two hired private security guards positioned themselves on either side of him.
"Call whoever you want," Daniel sneered, his sinister smile widening as he raised his smartphone toward my pale, tear-streaked face. "Emma knows what happens if she tries to run. Show her the feed, Mother."
Margaret stepped into the light, holding the glowing phone screen directly toward me with a triumphant, demonic grin that sent ice through my veins.
On the screen was a pristine private hospital room in downtown Atlanta, where a blonde woman in her late twenties sat holding a newborn infant wrapped in a pink blanket.
A certified laboratory report rested on the woman's lap, clearly displaying Daniel's name alongside a positive ninety-nine point nine percent biological paternity match.
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"Meet Sarah, Emma," Margaret purred, her voice dripping with cruel, aristocratic arrogance. "While you were busy playing sick in bed, Daniel was ensuring the Vance lineage would continue with someone far more compliant."
"Your pregnancy was nothing more than an incubator trial for our master trust fund," Daniel added, taking another menacing step into the hallway. "And now that the legal paperwork is finalized, your role in this family is officially over."
