Georgia’s POV
Liam had briefed us on the plane, but hearing the details again while walking through the sleek hallways of Oliver’s law firm made my stomach knot even tighter, and not just from the nausea. The mont we stepped inside his office, the atmosphere felt heavy, thick with tension and the sll of freshly printed docunts. Even the soft hum of the air-conditioning sounded ominous to .
I settled onto the leather chair beside Nick, clutching the armrest as another wave of queasiness rolled through . But despite my condition, I insisted we stop here before heading to the hospital. I needed to understand exactly what waited for us... what waited for her.
Oliver stood by his desk, sleeves rolled up, files scattered everywhere like the aftermath of a legal warzone. His expression was sharp. Whatever he was about to say wasn’t going to be good.
"Apparently," Oliver began, flipping open a thick folder, "According to my sources, Nancy’s lawyer advised her to plead guilty and show remorse to get a reduced sentence. With the evidence from Colleen and her sister... honestly, there’s no wiggle room for her. It’s airtight. So, I do understand why her lawyer gave that advice."
He looked up at us, face grim. "And there’s more. The investigation into David’s death uncovered additional proof. She did try to drug Nick that night."
My heart thumped painfully. Nick sat beside , frozen, jaw tight.
Oliver continued, "Benjamin bought the ship after Raymond’s family sold it. Raymond’s father was angry at him and had started to either sell or throw away the things he gave to Raymond.
Good for us, though. Benjamin had the entire thing stripped—cabins, pipes, engines, everything. A bottle was found stuck inside one of the ventilation ducts. Lab tests confird it was mixed with drugs. Both Nancy’s and Nick’s fingerprints were on it."
My brows knitted together. "But Nick tested negative that night..."
"Exactly, so he might have touched it but did not drink it," Oliver said. "Combined with Reagan’s testimony, every breadcrumb points directly to Nancy. And that’s not even the worst of it. She’s now facing two attempted murder charges, plus another criminal case from the court." He lifted a brow. "Honestly, with this lineup, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s sent to a maximum-security facility."
I blew out a breath, half amused, half horrified. "Wow. She went full-on gangster mode. She’s like so wannabe mafia queen—except not clever. Just... stupid."
Nick glanced at with a look of confusion and disbelief. "You’re actually amused by this?"
"Don’t get wrong, love," I said, resting a hand on my belly. "I’m furious. And her trying to escape consequences by attempting suicide? Infuriating. But I’m pregnant, nauseous, and trying not to activate the rage of a hormonal dragon. Joking about it helps a bit... and maybe keeps the nausea from winning."
Nick chuckled softly. "I know, babe. I’m teasing." Then he turned serious again. "But is her suicide attempt real? Or is she playing for pity?"
Oliver shook his head without hesitation. "Drama. According to my sources, she refused her lawyer’s instruction. She still wants to plead innocent."
I scoffed. "Of course she does. Delusional until the end. The confidence is insane. And pathetic."
Oliver leaned back against his desk. "You’re heading to tropolitan Doctors’ Hospital, right? Liam ntioned it earlier."
Nick nodded.
"She’s confined there," Oliver said. "If you want to see her... I can arrange it."
Before Nick could even answer, I spoke up, voice cool and sharp. "No need. She’s going to lose anyway. I’ll see her in court—when they escort her to her new forever ho."
A slow, wicked smile curled on my lips.
"The prison."
By the ti we arrived at tropolitan Doctors’ Hospital, my nausea had reached that awful point where even the sterile scent of the hallways felt like a personal attack. Nick kept one hand on my back the entire walk toward my OB-GYN’s office, his touch warm and grounding as if he could shield from every discomfort in the world.
Dr. Ramirez greeted us with her usual calm smile, flipping through my chart as I settled onto the exam bed.
"Morning sickness is hitting hard, huh?" she asked gently.
I nodded miserably. "Morning... noon... and afternoon sickness at this point."
She chuckled, scribbling notes. "Totally normal, but uncomfortable. I’ll prescribe Vitamin B6; you can take it twice or three tis a day, depending on how severe the nausea is. And try honey lemon ginger tea, warm. Sip it slowly throughout the day. It helps soothe the stomach."
Nick imdiately typed every word into his phone like he was docunting a national ergency.
I loved him for that.
After a quick exam and reassurance that everything with the baby looked perfect, we thanked Dr. Ramirez and headed out. I finally felt like I could breathe again... at least until we reached the parking lot.
Because that’s where chaos was waiting.
A group of hospital security officers and two police escorts were surrounding a woman in a wheelchair, hands cuffed, wrist wrapped in a fresh bandage.
Nancy...
My stomach tightened, not from nausea this ti.
I slowed, watching as they prepared to load her into a police vehicle. Curiosity tugged at , so I approached a nurse standing nearby.
"Excuse ," I asked softly, "Wasn’t she brought in just last night? Why is she being discharged in less than twenty-four hours?"
The nurse sighed, visibly unimpressed. "She used the handle of a broken plastic spoon to injure herself. The cut wasn’t deep at all. Not life-threatening. She was stable after cleaning and dressing it, so protocol allows discharge."
I blinked. Then scoffed. "So it really was just for drama, I see."
My voice ca out much louder than intended, loud enough that Nancy snapped her head toward , eyes blazing.
In an instant, she shot up from the wheelchair like she hadn’t been handcuffed at all. She lunged, wild, unhinged, shrieking, and aid straight for my hair, even leaving her escorts shocked for a mont.
But Nick was faster.
He grabbed her arms mid-air, yanking her back before she could touch . His voice thundered with a raw, controlled rage I’d rarely heard.
"I will never let anyone hurt Georgia again. Especially you!"
Nancy thrashed, spitting curses at like venom.
"You bitch! You think you’ve won?!" she scread, eyes manic. "You stole everything! Raymond, my reputation, the life that should’ve been mine! You ruined ! You’re nothing, NOTHING! You should’ve died that night on the ocean! You should’ve drowned like the useless parasite you are!"
The police wrestled her back into the chair, forcing her down as she continued shrieking my na like a deranged banshee.
"GEORGIA! I swear I’ll—"
They slamd the car door before she could finish.
The parking lot finally fell silent again.
Nick checked over, his hands trembling slightly, but I gently touched his wrist. "It’s okay, babe. I’m not hurt; you shielded from her. I’m fine."
Then, with a calmness I didn’t even know I possessed, I stepped forward just enough for her to see through the window.
I let a slow smirk curl onto my lips.
"See you in court," I said, voice steady as steel with hands waving. "I can’t wait to witness how they deliver a sentence for a psychopath like you."
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