However, he didn’t immediately reject Jessica’s request for a meeting.

Jessica played the innocent fool, but she was deeply manipulative. Every move she made was calculated.

He figured that turning her away might mean missing out on a critical piece of information. “Bring her in,” he ordered.

Closing his folder, Finnian rested his chin on his hands, lost in thought.

He assumed she was here to talk about Dorian.

He didn’t expect Jessica to walk into his office, offer a timid “Good morning, Mr. Everly,” and drop a bombshell. “Mr. Everly, there’s something regarding Ms. Sullivan that I think you need to know.”

Something regarding Amara?

Finnian looked up, his gaze sweeping over her.

Jessica was dressed in her usual style—a simple white dress, hair cascading softly over her shoulders, and makeup meticulously applied to look entirely natural. She looked like a fragile, innocent flower, practically begging for sympathy.

While others might have fallen for the act, Finnian felt absolutely nothing. “Speak.”

Jessica nervously bit her lip. “Before I get to the main point, I need to confess something. Please don’t be angry.”

“What is it?”

“It’s just…” She hesitated, playing up her anxiety. “I’ve been trying to reach Dorian lately, but he blocked my number and refuses to see me. So, I started going to look for him every night.”

“I know he’s staying at your apartment, so sometimes I wait in the hallway near your place.”

“I promise I wasn’t going to cause any trouble! I just wanted to see him from a distance.”

She paused, making sure her innocent facade was secure before delivering the killing blow.

Glancing up at Finnian, she

continued, “was there last night. While I was waiting in the stairwell saw Ms. Sullivan help you inside because you were drunk. A few minutes later, she walked out and Dorian chased after her. He stopped her at the door, and they argued.”

Dorian confronted Amara? Finnian frowned. “Keep going.”

“I was hiding nearby, so I heard every word clearly. And that’s how I found out.”

She trailed off dramatically, baiting him.

Finnian’s expression darkened. He stared at her, waiting.

Feigning hesitation, Jessica bit her lip again. “Ms. Sullivan is pregnant, right? From their argument, I found out she’s planning to secretly abort. the baby She has a late term abortion procedure scheduled for today…”

“I don’t know the exact details, but Dorian

tried to stop her. But she ably Clearly knew about it and net

insisted on going through

with

As she spoke, Jessica pulled out her phone.

“

“When I realized what they were arguing about, I started recording. Listen to what Ms. Sullivan said yourself, Mr. Everly.”

She tapped the screen, and Amara’s final, resolute words demanding the abortion echoed through the vast, quiet office.

Finnian sat frozen behind his desk, his entire body rigid. Not a single muscle in his face moved, turning him into a terrifying stone statue.

His absolute stillness made the air in the room drop twenty degrees, leaving Jessica struggling to breathe under the suffocating tension.