Zach’s face softened for a split second when he noticed how bruised and shaken Tara was. He bent down, his voice unusually gentle. “Alright. We’ll do it your way. No police.”
Then he looked up at Reese, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. After a long pause, his tone cooled. “Reese, you’d better hope Tara and the baby are both fine. If not, I’m not letting this slide.”
He didn’t wait for a response. Carefully, he picked Tara up and turned to his assistant, barking, “Why are you just standing there? Call an ambulance!”
The assistant snapped into action, grabbing his phone to dial for help. Guests around them shuffled aside, parting to make space as Zach hurried past with Tara in his arms. All eyes followed him, some curious, others suspicious, most of them landing on Reese.
She barely seemed to notice. Instead, she watched Zach disappear with Tara, her lips twisting into a cold smile.
Zach’s words made one thing clear: he knew what the Ramos family had been up to all these years. No wonder Tara had panicked and put on such a dramatic show in front of everyone.
But no matter how ruthless Tara was, she was still a woman. Would she really use her own unborn child to frame someone?
The thought left Reese unsettled. Unless… there was something wrong with the baby from the start.
Sirens wailed in the distance, getting closer with every second.
Standing at the entrance, Reese watched paramedics and Zach gently load Tara into the ambulance before speeding away to the hospital.
“Should we follow?” Matthew asked, glancing at Reese. “If your cousin tries to put this on you, Zach might not let it go so easily.”
“No,” Reese answered, shaking her head. “I didn’t do anything. If I follow them now, it’ll just look suspicious.”
She hesitated, her voice dropping. “Besides, Zach’s never let me off the hook anyway.”


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