Dr. Aris took off his surgical gloves, dropping them into the medical waste bin with a dull, heavy slap that seemed to echo in the sudden quiet of the upscale private clinic. He looked at David, then over at Allison, who was desperately trying to pull her maternity blouse down to cover her stomach.
“Doctor?” David stammered, his booming voice losing its arrogant edge. “Is something wrong with the baby? Is it a boy? Tell my mother, she’s outside with the whole family waiting to celebrate the new Coleman heir.”
Dr. Aris sighed, his face a mask of absolute, unyielding professionalism. “Mr. Coleman, there is no boy. In fact, there is no pregnancy at all.”
The room seemed to drop below freezing. David blinked, a hollow, uncomprehending laugh escaping his throat. “What are you talking about? Look at her belly! Allison has been nauseous for months. She showed us the positive tests, the early sonograms…”
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