Andrew rested against the kitchen counter, his crisp suit seeming mismatched with the worn wallpaper of my humble apartment. His presence felt stifling, yet his stare was resolute. I had just completed narrating how I lost my job, faced blackmail, and became the target of outrageous tabloid rumours. Still, he remained like a mountain, unaffected by the tempest raging around me.
“We have to discuss the baby,” he stated, his tone calm yet resolute.
"I've mentioned this before," I said, steering clear of his intense stare. “I’m taking care of it.”
“No,” he replied, moving closer. "You are not." You’re facing harassment from Ryan, being defamed in the media, and being forced out of your position. You require assistance, and I won’t just stand back and allow you to confront this by yourself.”
I folded my arms, irritation bubbling up. "What gives you the idea that you can simply come in and solve everything?" "This isn't a problem for you to resolve, Andrew."