The private VIP room was quiet, save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart rate monitor tracking the baby's pulse.
Dominik sat on the small plastic stool right beside Clara’s bed, holding her cold hand gently between both of his hands.
Clara: I was so scared, Dominik. When the pains started today at the clinic, I had nowhere else to go.
Dominik: You don't have to explain anything to me right now. Just rest. Please, just breathe.
Clara: They made me feel so small. Your mother told me I was just a temporary distraction while you were stressed.
Dominik: My mother is going to answer for every single word she said to you. I promise you that.
The heavy wooden door of the suite burst open, and Eleanor Vance- do organizational matriarch—stepped into the room wearing a tailored Chanel suit.
Eleanor: Dominik! What is the meaning of this ridiculous spectacle downstairs?
Dominik: Lower your voice, Mother. You are in a hospital room, not your boardroom.
Eleanor: Victoria called me crying hysterically! She said you humiliated her in front of the medical staff!
Dominik: Victoria humiliated herself. And so did you six months ago when you paid Clara to disappear.
Eleanor: Oh, don't be so naive, Dominik! I protected this family from a gold-digger!
Clara: I never wanted his money, Mrs. Vance! I worked twelve-hour shifts at the clinic to pay my own rent!
Eleanor: Quiet! You don't speak to me! You took advantage of my son when he was vulnerable after his father died!
Dominik: She didn't take advantage of anyone! I loved her! I told you I was going to propose to her before I left for London!
Eleanor: And I saved you from making the biggest mistake of your life! Look at her, Dominik! She has no family background, no pedigree!
Dominik: She has honor, Mother! Something you and Victoria clearly know nothing about!
Eleanor: You are letting your emotions cloud your judgment. The merger with Victoria’s family firm is scheduled for next week!
Dominik: There is no merger. There is no wedding. It is all over.
Eleanor: You wouldn't dare! The board will vote you out as CEO if the stocks crash!
Dominik: I own fifty-one percent of the voting shares in the trust fund my father left me. You have no power here.
Eleanor: I am your mother!
Dominik: And this is my daughter in this bed! You tried to erase my child from existence!
Eleanor: We offered her a fair settlement! She signed the agreement, Dominik! She took the money!
Clara: I never cashed that check! It is still in the envelope in my apartment!
Dominik: Did you hear that, Mother? She didn't take a single dime of your dirty money.
Eleanor: This is ridiculous. You are ruining everything your father built for a girl from the slums!
Dominik: Get out of this room, Mother. Before I call security to have you removed permanently.
Eleanor: You will regret turning your back on your real family, Dominik!
Dominik: My real family is right here in this bed.
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