Michael let out a tense breath, if Silas was talking like this, it meant there was no life-threatening danger.
"Is your grandfather's walking stick not enough for you? Is one woman not enough to keep you occupied?" Michael threatened coldly, his dark eyes narrowing.
Silas really didn't want to push his luck further with Michael right now. Remembering Susanna Elvis, Silas wanted nothing more than to toss Michael into a furnace, but he forced himself back to the topic.
"Alright, alright, don't blow a fuse! It's actually good news," Silas said, a smirk returning to his voice.
Michael closed his eyes, his knuckles whitening on the phone. "Cut the chatter and tell me!"
"She's pregnant."
After dropping those two words, Silas Vane waited for Michael to lose his temper.
Pregnant? Michael stood frozen in the hospital corridor, the word echoing in his mind. It seemed almost impossible. No, she had been bleeding!
