Vanessa sat up abruptly, facing Samson, whose expression had turned ice-cold upon hearing her words.
— Wait… Did I mishear, or did you really just say you're pregnant? he asked, his tone dripping with disbelief.
— You heard perfectly well, "my dear boss," Vanessa retorted sharply, crossing her arms defiantly.
— And who's the father? Samson asked, his brows furrowing.