For a long, painful second, he didn't answer. Evelyn stood her ground, her eyes never leaving his.
Finally, his lips curled into a cruel, calculating smile. "If you lose the child..." He stepped closer, his voice lowering, the tone shifting to something far more sinister. "It will be you who pays the price."
He paused, watching her, studying her every reaction.
"But," he continued, his eyes darkening as he took another step forward, "I will make you produce another heir."
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "And if that one dies as well, we will produce another. And another... until you give me the heir I want."
Evelyn's stomach twisted at his words, but she stood firm, refusing to show the fear that threatened to rise in her chest. She had come too far to let him intimidate her now.
