Chapter 47 Date of Conception

There was no sleep for any of the Darwins. Or Cara. In the dead of the night, she paced along the length of the ward, fidgeting and plotting. For the thousandth time, she sent a glare to the guards manning the door. They paid her no heed, their stony gazes fixed far beyond her, their bodies as still as statues. “Why don't you both just fucking get out?!” She finally screamed. “We are only doing our job.” “Then go do your fucking jobs outside?!” Cara grabbed a bottle of water and threw it at them. “I’m losing my goddamn mind!” “Cara, please stop stressing yourself out!” Erica Darwin was in the room with her, “It's not good for you or the poor baby..” The door opened, and Madam Darwin strode in, with a fierce look on her face. Behind her followed Nathan and Tony, as well as ten armed guards who quickly surrounded Chase’s men. Guns cocked in warning. “What's going on?” Erica got up. “Grandma?” “I have had enough of this.” The old lady stamped her walking stick to the ground fir