I grabbed the nurse as she hurried past, my voice laced with urgency, "You're saying the kid inside has Type B blood?"
"Yes!" She glanced at me with certainty, then spun on her heel and dashed back into the ER.
I stood there, thunderstruck.
Type B? I'm Type A, and Jaylan's Type O. How on earth could the kid be Type B?
Slowly, my gaze shifted to Jaylan, who had overheard my question to the nurse and was now avoiding my eyes.
"Jaylan!" I bellowed, my roar echoing through the hall, drawing stares from everyone.
I lunged at him, grabbed his shirt collar, and with wild eyes, demanded, "Tell me... whose child is that?"
The question stunned everyone into silence, even Hannah, who had been keeping a wary eye on Jaylan. My rage was palpable as I bore into Jaylan's eyes, "Where is my child?"
"How should I know!" he retorted, prying my hands off and pushing me away.
Then Hannah swiftly kicked him out.
Hearing his words, despair overwhelmed me and my vision blurred. When I came to, Ronan's eyes met mine. I just stared back silently, unable to speak.
Finally, he smiled softly, his voice gentle, "You're awake?"
"Where's Jaylan?" I asked, emotionless.
"The cops took him in for questioning."
"I want to see him!" My tone was resolute.
As I struggled to sit up, Ronan gently pressed me back down. "Easy, the police will get the answers you're looking for."
Tears streamed down my face as I clutched at Ronan, "Ronan, please help me find my child. I have to find him!"
"Don't worry, we'll find him. Logan's already on it," he reassured me.
Something in his words caught my attention.
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