Chapter 227
Seraphina let out a wail. She doubled over, clutching her belly.
“My baby! That She’s hurting the baby”
It was a bad performance. Overacted.
But Beatrice bought it. Or pretended to.
“You monster!” Beatrice screamed. She raised her cane to strike Skyw
Before the cane could deed, a hand caught it.
It wasn’t Liam. It wasn’t Alistair
It was Director Liu, the oldest and most conservative member of the Sterling board and a key creditor to Kensington Global. H held the can firmly, his face a mask of stone.
“That sugh, Mrs. Kensington, Liu said. “You will not strike the Chairwoman of Sterling Corp.”
Beatrice stared at him, stunned. “Chairwoman? She is a girl! She is nothing!”
“She is alder,” Li said. He led the cane with a shove that made Beatrice stumble.
Skyw turned her back on them. She looked at her cutives.
“Gentlemen,” Skye said. “The air in here is suddenly quite stale. Shall we?”
Director Liu nodded. He signaled to the others.
Twelve of the most powerfall man in New York finance turned their hacks on the Kensingtons. They formed a wall around Sky and began to walk toward the exit.
Liam stood there, watching them go. He looked at the room. People were whispering behind their hands. They weren’t lookin at Seraphina with sympathy anymore. They were looking at her like she was a circus freak. And they were looking at him like he was the ringmaster of a failing sho
Seraphina continued to moan, sinking to the floor.
“The baby… the baby…
Skyped at the door. She looked back over her shoulder.
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“Stop acting, Seraphina,” Skye said. “The scene.”
She walked out into the night.
The heavy cak doors of the Manor slammed shut, muffling the chacs inside, but the ringing in Liam’s ears didn’t stop. It was a high-pitched whine, like a prere vel about to burst.
Inside the hall, Beatrice was trying to salvage the wreck. She had scrambled up to the podium, ignoring the murmurs, and grabbed the microphone.
“This is a conspiracy!” Beatrice’s voice boomed, distorted by feedback. “Sky Sterling is trying to sabotage or family! But ww are Kerington We do not break!”
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Liam watched from the floors Seraphina pulled herself up, realizing no one was rushing to help her “medical emergency.” She looked at him, hery pleading.
“Liam, help me,” she whimpered.
Liam looked at her. Really looked at her. For the first time in months, the fog of duty and guilt lifted just enough for him to see the reality. She was not a fragile flower. She was a millstone around his neck.
“Get up,” Liam hissed. “You’re embarrasing me.”
“I’m carrying your son!” Seraphina cried, grabbing his lap.
“You’re carrying my rain.” Liam ripped his jacket from her grip.
On the stage, Beatrice was still ranting. “And that woman… that halot… he has bewitched the Sterling board! But they will come back! They know where the real power li