In Finnian''s eyes, Keith''s silence was a confession. The baby was his. At that


    moment, something inside him snapped, and he lunged at Keith, the two of them copsing into a vicious brawl at the hospital entrance.


    Upstairs, Elysia walked to the window to see who Keith was talking to.


    She, too, had a strange feeling it was Finnian.


    She never expected to look down and see the two of them locked in a furious fight. She let out a gasp.


    "What is it?" Amara asked, a sense of dread creeping over her.


    Elysia pointed out the window, her eyes wide. "Finnian and Keith are fighting! Right downstairs! It looks really bad!"


    Amara''s head shot up, her initial disbelief quickly turning to anger.


    She threw back the covers, grabbed the crutches beside her bed, and said, "We have to go down there."


    Downstairs, Finnian and Keith were trading blows, both of their faces already bruised and bloodied. They fought with a desperation that suggested they wanted


    to kill each other, and a small crowd of onlookers had already gathered.


    Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the air. "Stop it! Both of you!"


    The familiar voice instantly broke the two men apart.


    Amara stood there, leaning on her crutches, her eyes zing with fury.


    They remained where they were, panting and ring at each other, murder still in their eyes.


    It didn''t take a genius to figure out who had started it. Amara hobbled over to Finnian. "You, with me. Now," she hissed, before turning and making her way toward the gardens behind the hospital.


    Finnian shot onest dark look at Keith before following her.


    Keith started to follow, but Elysia stopped him. "Let them talk. I''ll take you upstairs. What on earth was that all about?"


    Meanwhile, as Amara navigated the


    garden path on her crutches F


    hon Finnian


    moved to her side his hard hovering over her arm before he settled it on her shoulder to support her


    She shrugged him off, fighting the urge to p him.


    "What do you think you''re doing, fighting him first thing in the morning?"


    Amara''s fists were clenched, her voice shaking with anger.


    The fact that she was so quick to defend Keith twisted the knife in Finnian''s heart.


    His nails dug into his palms as he asked, his eyes red, "Is the baby in your stomach his?"


    What?


    Amara stared at him, stunned, before her expression hardened. "Don''t be ridiculous!"


    Finnian was unbelievable.


    He had always used Keith of having feelings for her, and now he was iming Keith was the father of her child. He was such an idiot! The baby was his!


    Besides, she and Keith were best friends. Why did he have to tarnish their friendship like this? It was infuriating.


    Seeing her genuine anger, Finnian froze.


    "So... the baby isn''t his?" he asked, a flicker of hope in his voice as he reached for her hand.


    While he couldn''t stand the thought of her being with any other man, the idea that the father was Keith had been his worst-case scenario. Now, Amarawas telling him that his darkest fear was untrue, and for a fleeting moment, he felt a sliver of relief.


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