Georgia's POV
Liam had briefed us on the plane, but hearing the details again while walking through the sleek hallways of Oliver's law firm made my stomach knot even tighter, and not just from the nausea. The moment we stepped inside his office, the atmosphere felt heavy, thick with tension and the smell of freshly printed documents. Even the soft hum of the air-conditioning sounded ominous to me.
I settled onto the leather chair beside Nick, clutching the armrest as another wave of queasiness rolled through me. But despite my condition, I insisted we stop here before heading to the hospital. I needed to understand exactly what waited for us… what waited for her.
Oliver stood by his desk, sleeves rolled up, files scattered everywhere like the aftermath of a legal warzone. His expression was sharp. Whatever he was about to say wasn't going to be good.
