Behind the observation glass, the room felt colder. Clinical. Detached.
Amara lay still beneath the harsh surgical lights, her body motionless, vulnerable in a way she had never been before. The steady rhythm of machines filled the silence, beeping, humming, indifferent.
And behind it all… Sebastian stood watching. Unmoving.
His gaze was fixed on her pale form, his expression unreadable to anyone who might have looked his way. But there was something unsettling in the stillness of him, something deliberate.
This was never just about a simple procedure. Never just about one egg.
His jaw tightened ever so slightly as the doctors worked with quiet efficiency, their movements precise, practiced… rehearsed.
He wanted certainty. Control. If Amara was going to build a future and a legacy, then he would make sure it carried him within it.
Not by chance. Not by hope. But by design. His design. He said nothing. Just watched. Until it was done.
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