Pamela's POV
Ambrose's words seemed to hang in the air like something harmful. That child is mine.
Every part of me wanted to say no to it. To show him disrespect. To not let him feel good about claiming something so personal, so delicate, as what belongs to him.
I raised my head, looking at his dark, pleased eyes with all the strength I could find. "Do you think you can just say that, and I'll agree?" My voice shook, but I kept talking. "If you're so sure… then show it. Lets a test to find out who the father is."
For a little while, it was quiet in the large office. My brothers became tense, watching him closely.
We all stood silent like we all wanted this to be a lie, but Ambrose has a different look on his face.
Ambrose's mouth turned into a slow, annoying smile. "Still hoping for something else, Pamela?" He leaned back on his desk, arms crossed, his eyes never leaving me. "Okay. If it will stop you from doubting, let's get your proof."
