---- " the doctor said from the hallway. "Thank God," Vincent breathed. "Give her the best care, whatever it takes." "And Mrs. Torrino? She swallowed a lot of water, she has a mild lung infection..." "She'll live," Vincent cut him off impatiently. "Focus on Sophia." A pause. "Mr. Torrino, there's something else about Mrs. Torrino's condition." "What is it?" "She's pregnant. About twelve weeks along." The world went silent. I opened my eyes, my hand flying to my flat stomach in disbelief. Ababy. Our baby. ---- "Are you sure?" Vincent's voice trembled. "Positive. Congratulations, sir." Another long silence. Then, his voice returned, cold as the grave. "After the child is born, I want her gone." "Sir?" The doctor sounded shocked. "Do I need to repeat myself?" Vincent's voice was lethal. "Once that baby is delivered, handle the situation. Make Isabella Torrino disappear."