Florence looked Spencer dead in the eyes. "It was Richard. Your brother. He was screaming at her, telling her that the baby she was carrying was a threat to everything. He dragged her into a black SUV."
The pieces of the horrifying puzzle violently snapped into place. Richard hadn't just destroyed Florence’s life. Richard knew that Spencer’s genetic material had been used. Richard knew about baby Dexter. And Richard had tried to murder his own newborn nephew, tossing him out like garbage in the freezing rain to ensure he remained the sole heir to the Warren fortune.
Spencer stood up, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. A dark, terrifying aura radiated from him.
"Casey," Spencer said, his voice dropping an octave, devoid of all emotion. "I am placing a private security detail on this room. No one goes in or out without my explicit authorization. Not doctors, not nurses, nobody."