Chapter 47

• Adrian’s POV:
• Back at my New York office, the morning light had softened into a dull gray, matching the storm brewing inside me after Müller’s rejection. I sat behind my desk, the coffee cold in my mug, my mind a mess of anger and strategy. Timi stood across from me, her briefcase on the floor, her nervous energy filling the room like static.
• I leaned back, crossing my arms, my jaw tight. “Timi, about this pregnancy thing,” I started, my voice flat, cutting straight to it. “You need to abort it. I’ll send you money right now—whatever you need to take care of it quick.”