Ella
The doctor walks toward me, his white coat billowing slightly with each step, his face composed and his eyes steady. There's a hint of reassurance in his expression as he gives a subtle nod. I return the gesture.
We both turn to face Charlotte, who sits with her arms folded, her lips curved into a self-satisfied smirk. She glances between us, suspicion flashing across her eyes.
"Did you have to call every doctor in the country?" she snaps, her voice dripping with disdain. "It doesn't change the fact that you pushed me and tried to harm my baby."
The doctor moves smoothly and with a flourish, he reaches into his lab coat and pulls out a recording pen.
Charlotte's face pales, her confident expression faltering. She narrows her eyes at the recording pen as if it were something dangerous. "What the hell is this?" she demands, her voice rising.