Reese was on her way to Ramos Corporation when her phone rang, cutting off her GPS. Without thinking, she hit answer.
“Reese, Robbie’s in the hospital. Can you come see him?” Jane’s voice was tight, clearly worried.
Reese raised an eyebrow. “What did the doctors say?”
“They said it’s his genetic condition,” Jane replied, her voice shaky under all the background noise. “He woke up this morning feeling off, had a low fever, so I brought him in. By the time we got to the hospital, it shot up and he passed out.”
Reese’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, her lips pulling into a faint, cynical smile.
Of course. She already knew Sebastian and Robbie both carried that mutated gene, that time bomb just waiting to go off. And now, right when her divorce with Sebastian was heating up, right after she’d finally gotten proof he’d made her a surrogate behind her back, suddenly Robbie falls ill? The timing was just too perfect.
“So what’s the doctor’s plan?” Reese asked, her tone deliberately slow, not giving away the slightest bit of worry. “I’ve got a lot going on today. I’ll stop by when I can.”
She was honestly curious what they were trying to pull this time.
But not right now.
“Reese, do you even care about Robbie?” Jane’s voice went sharp, echoing in the car. “That’s your son in a hospital bed! And you’re still thinking about work? Even if you insist on divorcing Sebastian, you can’t just leave your own kid like this!”
Jane had hoped Reese would rush to the hospital, see Robbie looking so pitiful, and then Jane could swoop in, persuade her to agree to another pregnancy to save Robbie.
But Reese didn’t even flinch. She wasn’t coming, and she wasn’t buying it.
Had Robbie spent all last night freezing for nothing?
Jane’s voice was practically screeching now. Reese frowned and turned down the volume. “He’s got doctors there. He’ll be fine for now. I have to go.”
“Reese doesn’t care about anyone anymore,” Jane went on. “Now she’s even ignoring Robbie. You need to act. If you have another child, it’ll save both Robbie and yourself. You need to make it happen. Soon.”
Sebastian looked out at the endless city skyline, his voice low. “I know.”
As soon as he hung up, Brady stepped in, careful. “Sir, the press is all over Mrs. Ratcliff. Should we get PR on this?”
“Ramos Corporation’s stock is tanking, the board’s a mess, and I’ve heard the Meyer family wants to buy them out. She can’t handle this alone.”
Sebastian gave a cold, thin smile, blowing out a stream of smoke. “Don’t bother. I’ll wait for her to come to me.”
He leaned back in his chair and glanced at the screen again. He wanted her to see for herself—without the Ratcliff family, she had nothing. Sooner or later, she’d come crawling back.

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