Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Negative Results

Molly-

I tossed the bag back on the table. “No.”

Paul pushed it back toward me with a calm, even stare that said he had the upper hand, and he knew it.

“This is non-negotiable, girl. You will take the test, and you will tell me what it says,” he almost sounded pleasant as he spoke.

I barked out a cruel laugh. “What are you going to do, Paul? Shake the sample out of me? I don’t think so.”

He didn’t even flinch. “I’ll pack your mother up tonight, and you’ll both be on the streets before you can blink. Do you honestly think that Williamina will last long without my money?”

Based on past knowledge… no, I thought in despair. There was no way my mother could live without having a man to take care of her.

In my head, I began to search for an escape from this horrible calamity. I couldn’t let Paul think for one minute that he would have anything to do with my baby. If I was pregnant… and for the first time since I had started to suspect, I hoped I was wrong.