Pregnant Wife's Justice

Synopsis

The doctor's appointment had ended earlier than expected. Seven months pregnant and exhausted, I'd driven home through the afternoon drizzle, looking forward to nothing more than putting my swollen feet up and maybe feeling the baby kick while I rested. The house felt unusually quiet as I stepped through the front door, my keys jingling softly in the stillness. That's when I heard Jameson's voice drifting from his study—low, controlled, the tone he used for business calls that required absolute discretion. I paused at the bottom of the stairs, one hand instinctively moving to my rounded belly. Something in his voice made me freeze. "The old man's condition is deteriorating faster than expected," Jameson was saying, his words carrying clearly through the slightly open study door. "Good. That's exactly what we need." My blood turned to ice. The old man? My father had been in the hospital for weeks now, his heart condition worsening while we waited desperately for a transplant match. "Dr. Reed, I need you to understand something very clearly," Jameson continued, his voice dropping to that deadly calm tone I'd only heard him use with business rivals. "Thomas Spencer must not survive. The heart transplant request needs