Everyone was chatting and bickering at once when Sylvia noticed Bridget suddenly moving toward her.

Maybe it was just instinct, but Sylvia immediately sensed something was off. She quickly let go of Freya's hand.

But she was a second too late. Freya, who a moment ago had been acting all frantic and desperate, actually shoved Sylvia right into Bridget.

A shriek rang out. Bridget tumbled backwards, rolling down the three steps behind her.

She landed awkwardly on the hardwood floor, clutching her stomach and grimacing in pain. "Oh God, my stomach-it hurts so much..."

A coworker glared at Sylvia. "Sylvia! Bridget was just trying to make sure you were okay, and you treat her like this?"

Another coworker knelt down to help Bridget and gasped at the sight of Bridget's dress. "Oh my God-there's so much blood!"

"My baby..." Bridget moaned, her voice barely a whisper.

Sylvia's first instinct was to help-she reached out to steady Bridget, but just then someone barreled past her. She lost her balance, scraping her arm along the wooden edge of the steps. Blood welled up under the torn skin.

"Bridget!"

Miriam came running out of nowhere, dropping to her knees and pulling Bridget close.

as she clung to

think someone pushed

darted to Sylvia and the two standing with

when did you become so

in, Naomi lost her patience. She swung her purse

dropped to her knees, bursting into tears. "Don't hit me! Please, I'm sorry, I won't say anything else!

more she acted the victim, the more it looked like Naomi and Sylvia

everyone watching, Naomi didn't dare swing her purse again. She was shaking with anger, her

who hurried over and

Sylvia a look that

to Bridget or the baby, I swear you'll pay

leaving a

realize what had just happened. She could feel everyone's eyes burning into her. Her breathing was

looked like she was about to faint. Sylvia

and just then her phone rang inside

only to be met with a booming, furious voice. "Get to the hospital -now! Look at the mess you and your daughter

It was Tristan.

ended abruptly, leaving both Sylvia and Naomi feeling sick to

about to say something, when a black town

back door. “Mrs. Naomi, Mr. Tristan sent me to

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