We went upstairs together. The moment we reached the door, the doctor stepped out, face tight.
Jeffrey rushed forward. "How is she? Is the baby okay?"
The doctor's expression softened with regret. "Mr. Hale… I'm sorry. We couldn't save the baby. We need to perform a D&C on Ms. Morrigan now."
Jeffrey's face went gray.
"No…" he whispered. "We couldn't save it…"
I reached for him, even though comfort felt useless in moments like this. "Jeffrey… it's okay."
But his voice cracked anyway. "It's karma. This is the punishment for what we did to Oliver. If revenge is coming, let it come for me. Adam is innocent… and so was his grandson."
I still didn't understand what the Hales had done to Oliver, or why Jeffrey kept saying those strange, guilty things like he was paying for a debt no one else could see.
But one thing was clear Camilla's loss couldn't be undone. There was no fixing it. No bargaining with it.
I walked into the operating room anyway.
