Simon's POV~
"You've been in charge of Zane's health all this time," the Patriarch began, his deep voice carrying the weight of authority that filled every corner of the room. His sharp gaze was fixed on me, but there was no warmth in it....only suspicion. "But now, I'll have these doctors examine him as well. I want to be absolutely certain… because you might have been mistaken. You already have many responsibilities, Simon. These six doctors will confirm whether Zane is truly not pregnant."
Those words struck me like a blade to the chest. Mistaken? That's bullshit, and we both know it. My jaw tightened, but I said nothing. The man never needed my agreement....just my obedience.
The Patriarch turned away from me and addressed the six middle aged men in white coats.
