In a corner, Olivia Wynne gestured to Wayne Quinn, then put her phone to her ear and walked toward the end of the hallway.
"Olivia?"
Zachary Fairchild's rich, mellow voice came from the other end of the line, and Olivia stopped in her tracks.
"It's me. Are you busy right now? I wanted to ask you something."
"Go ahead," Zachary replied in a low voice. He glanced at the man in the suit across from him and made a silencing gesture.
"Zachary, since you found out I wasn't pregnant, you must have also looked into who was behind this whole thing. Was Clara Quinn's hand in it?"
She didn't believe the hospital would misdiagnose her for no reason. Looking back now, the whole pregnancy affair was most likely a deliberate conspiracy orchestrated by someone else.
