Chapter 3 - THE MOTHER'S DESPAIR
Elena Vance, Mark’s mother, sat rigidly in the vinyl armchair positioned near the corner of the sunny room.
Her blonde shoulder-length hair was neatly styled, and her emerald green silk blouse shimmered under the fluorescent lights.
Hearing her son's reckless accusation, Elena gasped sharply and leaped up from her chair as if struck by lightning.
She clutched her hands tightly over her chest, her breath catching in her throat in sheer panic and disbelief.
"Mark, stop this absolute madness right now!" Elena cried out, her voice trembling with genuine horror.
She took a swift step toward the hospital bed, looking between her son and her exhausted daughter-in-law.
Mark refused to look at his mother, keeping his aggressive gaze locked entirely on Clara's composed face.
"No, Mom, I'm not playing the fool," Mark snapped back, his voice rising in defensive volume. "I'm not raising another man's baby."
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The heart monitor accelerated its rhythmic pulsing slightly, reflecting the sudden spike in tension within the room.
Elena pressed a trembling hand against her mouth, realizing her son had crossed a line of no return.
