"What child are you talking about? Whose child are you speaking of?" Arthur asked, his voice a mix of confusion and something more unsettling.
The words barely left his lips before Sophia's heart dropped, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Was he truly going to pretend he didn't know? That he wasn't the father?
Sophia's mind raced.
She had known from the start that Angel was pregnant. She knew the lies Angel had spun, convincing Tryson that Arthur wasn't the father.
But here, in this very moment, it was impossible for Sophia to ignore what Arthur was doing—he was pretending, hiding behind his innocence, as if he wasn't responsible.
"Arthur, don't play me. You know damn well Angel is pregnant," Sophia snapped, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt.
The silence that followed was thick with tension, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world had stopped.