Page 86 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

The paramedics had Kaisen on the stretcher. His shirt was soaked through with blood. His eyes were half-closed, drifting in and out of focus. One of the paramedics was applying pressure to a wound on his side while the other checked vitals.

“Kaisen,” I said, my voice cutting through the chaos.

His eyes flickered toward me. Unfocused. Confused.

“What the fuck were you doing here?” I demanded.

He tried to speak. His lips moved but nothing came out at first. Then, weakly, “I was… I was here for my kid.”

I went very still.

“Yourkid?”

“For Truth,” he managed, his voice barely a whisper. “I was here for Truth.”

The paramedics exchanged a glance. One of them said something into his radio about transport time. I didn’t hear it. I was too busy processing what my youngest son had just told me.

I’d told him.

I’d explicitly told him to let this shit go. To understand that the baby was Amai’s. That his role was to stay in the background, to keep his mouth shut, to not complicate the arrangement.

And he’d done exactly what I’d told him not to do.

“You stupid fuck,” I said quietly.

Kaisen’s eyes flickered again. He was fading. The blood loss was catching up with him.

“I told you,” I continued, my voice low. “I told you to let this go. I told you the baby was Amai’s. That’s the arrangement. That’s the deal. And you couldn’t just listen. You had to come here. You had to insert yourself into something that wasn’t yours to insert yourself into.”

“I—” Kaisen tried to speak again but coughed instead. Blood flecked his lips.

“Don’t,” I said. “Don’t waste your energy trying to explain. I don’t want to hear it.”

One of the paramedics looked at me. “Sir, we need to get him to the hospital. He’s lost a lot of blood.”

I waved them forward. They loaded him into the ambulance with practiced efficiency. I watched them work, my mind already calculating the fallout.

Amai had done this.

Amai had stabbed his own brother.

Which meant Amai had found out about the dual sperm situation. Which meant Dr. Beaumont had told him. Which meant everything I’d carefully orchestrated was now in a freefall.

“Mr. Landry,” Dr. Beaumont said quietly. She’d followed me outside. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they would?—”

“I don’t care what you didn’t know,” I said flatly. “What I care about is that my son is bleeding out in an ambulance because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”

“I didn’t tell him anything. Amai just—he figured it out. When he saw Kaisen here with Truth?—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” I said again.

I turned away from her and looked back at the ambulance. The paramedics were closing the doors. Kaisen’s pale face was visible for just a moment before they sealed him inside.

I’d lost my grip of this situation.

That was the real problem. Not Kaisen’s stupidity—I’d always known he was stupid. He mistook wanting something for deserving it. Not Dr. Beaumont’s incompetence—I’d always known she was weak. The real problem was that I’d underestimated Amai’s capacity for violence when it came to Truth.

I’d thought he’d be professional. Detached. Rational.