"Tests?" Imogen's voice quavered, her eyes growing wide. "What tests? You can't just do that without my consent!"
I stared at her, watching the panic rise in her eyes. The perfect victim act was slipping.
"Hospital protocol, Imogen," I said calmly. "When a patient claims assault caused a miscarriage, they preserve tissue samples for evidence. Standard procedure."
Imogen's gaze darted to Liam, then back to me. "You're lying. You're trying to scare me."
"Am I?" I challenged. "Call the doctor back if you don't believe me."
Her face contorted with rage, the mask of grief momentarily forgotten. "You heartless bitch. My baby is dead, and all you care about is proving your innocence?"
"What I care about is the truth," I replied. "Something you've never been acquainted with."
Liam stepped forward, his face thunderous. "How dare you speak to her like that! Haven't you done enough damage?"
