Elaine Parker, the event coordinator standing behind Marcus, gasped and covered her mouth. "Oh my god... someone call an ambulance! The baby!"
Isabella quickly stepped toward Marcus, trying to block his view of Khloe. "Marcus, darling, listen to me. She threw a champagne glass at me first! I was only defending myself. You know how emotional she gets—"
"Shut up," Marcus whispered. The words were quiet, but they carried the weight of an oncoming avalanche.
Isabella blinked, her fake tears pausing. "What?"
Marcus didn't answer her. He walked right past her, ignoring her outstretched hands as if she were nothing but air. He dropped to his knees beside Khloe, his expensive tuxedo pants soaking in the spilled champagne. His hands trembled as he gently touched Khloe's pale, sweat-slicked face.