Chapter 113
“Grace, I need to talk to you,” Alice said.
Grace had no interest in listening and started to walk past her.
Suddenly, Alice threw out an arm to stop her. Without thinking, Grace brushed the hand aside, sending Alice sprawling down the steps.
She raised a brow, barely having time to react before Liam’s voice cut through the air behind her. “Grace!”
He was hobbling toward her, his face ashen with fear.
“I told you not to start something with Alice! Gosh! Now look at what you’ve done! You actually pushed her? She told me you two were fighting, but I didn’t want to believe it. You never think! Now, Mom and Dad are going to be all over you!”
Liam hurried down to help Alice, but Sloan beat him to it. Blood was already pooling on the floor, dripping from Alice’s legs.
Alice’s face was ghostly pale. She buried herself against Sloan’s chest, trembling uncontrollably. “Sloan, where’s Yancey?”
Sloan’s head snapped up, his sharp and venomous eyes locking on Grace.
Grace stood frozen at the top of the stairs, furious at herself for walking into such an obvious trap.
“My stomach’s killing me. Get me inside. I can’t stand it,” Alice gasped, clutching her stomach.
Sloan swept her into his arms, carrying her straight through the hospital doors. As he passed Grace, the sheer hatred in his eyes was impossible to miss.
Liam lingered beside her, clearly torn. “Grace, you’d better get out of the country while you still can. If Alice loses this baby, you’re done for. The Hendersons will destroy you.”
“I didn’t push her,” Grace protested, but Liam shut her down, furious.
“I was standing right there! Don’t even try to deny it! I let plenty of your drama slide before, but this? This is a baby’s life! How can you act like it’s nothing?”
His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was ragged. The rift between Grace and the Lamberts had just shattered beyond repair.
Liam wiped his tears and rushed after Sloan. Grace followed them inside and sat in the hallway, steeling herself for the doctor’s news. About 20 minutes later, Yancey and Carmen arrived.
Just then, the doctor stepped out, pulling down his mask. “She’s stable, but we lost the baby.”
Carmen flinched like she had been struck by lightning. “What are you talking about? How did this happen?”
Sloan stood off to the side, his hands still streaked with blood. “Funny you should ask. Maybe check with your other daughter. She’s the one who pushed Alice down the stairs.”
Carmen’s eyes turned murderous. Before Grace could react, Carmen’s palm landed hard across her face.
“Grace! What the hell is your problem?! Are you happy now? Alice lost her baby. Is that what you wanted? She’s your sister! When you two got taken, she made sure you got away! And what did you do? You didn’t call the cops, you didn’t tell anyone, and you left her to rot for years! Do you even know what kind of people her adoptive parents are?”
Her whole body shook, her voice raw with anger.
Grace took the slap square on, her skin stinging. Yancey stared at her. She’d been expecting some snide comment, but for once, he said nothing.