chapter seven

Pov Emily

Pregnant? I don't want to be carrying his child. I don't want to bring my baby into this twisted world; Tyler doesn't deserve to be a father. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as the door to the room swung open, and Emma walked in with a tray in hand.

"Hello, Mr. Parker," Emma greeted with a smile.

"Hello, Emma," I attempted to reciprocate her smile, but with so much turmoil around me, it felt impossible to exude kindness.

"I've brought soup and some fruits for you," Emma said, approaching to reveal the contents on the tray.

"I'm not hungry," I responded, wrinkling my nose at the sight of the food.

"But you need to eat for the baby's sake. Come on, take a bite," Emma insisted, picking up a piece of fruit and attempting to feed me.

"Emma, I'm not hungry," I rejected with frustration. At that moment, the doctor and the nurse entered the room, carrying several examination papers that had been conducted while I was unconscious.

"I'm relieved to see you awake, Emily!" the docto