Chapter 97

John sat in his study, a glass of whiskey resting in his hand, when his phone buzzed. It was Dr. Reynolds. He answered, irritation flickering in his eyes. “What is it?”

“John, I have some news about Ava,” Dr. Reynolds said, his voice serious.

“What about her?” John asked, a hint of impatience creeping into his tone.

“She’s pregnant,” the doctor confirmed.

John felt the air rush out of his lungs. “Pregnant?” he repeated, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I just ran the tests. She’s definitely pregnant,” Dr. Reynolds reiterated.

Shock morphed into fury within John. How could this happen? This was a wrench thrown into his plans, a threat to everything he had been orchestrating. But as the anger simmered, a sly thought crept in—perhaps he could still use this to his advantage.

“Thank you for the information, Doctor. I’ll handle it from here,” John said, ending the call abruptly.

John leaned back in his chair, his mind racing after receiving a call from D