Chapter 164 Snake

Benedict's chest rose and fell with frustration. He'd nearly lost his mind when his people told him Francesca was in danger—but instead of being grateful, she looked at him like he was the plague. He took a deep breath, forcing down the simmering anger. His voice was low, restrained. "I looked into what you said about the baby. I had people check. Suzanna was never pregnant. Maybe you misunderstood her—" "Get out!" Francesca snapped, cutting him off mid-sentence. Her voice was sharp and cold, like shards of ice. "Don't make me say it a third time." Her glare cut straight through him, filled with unmasked disgust.