Hiding in the Devil's Bed (by Malea Cox) novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392

Chapter 392

Tuff froze. For a moment, he was completely stunned.

‘Did I really get her pregnant that night?‘ Tuff couldn’t help but doubt himself.

‘No way. I was way too drunk to do anything. And when I realized something was off, my clothes were still on, he thought.

‘Besides, I even called the cops myself!‘ Tuff reminded himself.

‘Wait a minute!‘ Tuff suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, his whole body tensing up.

Joyce is a doctor. Even if I wasn’t able to perform that night, she could’ve still found a way to get my sperm and used artificial insemination or something… Tuff’s mind spun with wild possibilities.

Shit! My whole reputation is going down the drain!‘ he panicked.

‘I’m totally innocent, but now everyone’s going to think I’m guilty!‘ Tuff fumed, feeling completely wronged.

He didn’t even need Kayla to blow up. He couldn’t accept this outcome himself. Tuff felt utterly defeated. “Tuff…” Maggie saw the look on her son’s face and quickly reached out, holding onto him tightly.

A smug glint flashed in Joyce’s tear–filled eyes.

‘Thank God I planned ahead!‘ she thought, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.

As long as Tuff gave in, everything else was easy. But this baby? No way she was keeping it.

‘What if Tuff suddenly wants another DNA test one day?‘ she fretted, anxiety gnawing at her.

“Doctor…” Joyce blinked rapidly, trying to signal the doctor to hurry up and take her for the procedure:

But the new attending doctor said, “Ms. Lambert, there’s no need to worry. You’re not going to be having an abortion.”

“What?” Joyce was completely stunned.

‘Didn’t we agree on this?‘ she thought, panic rising in her chest.

“Ms. Lambert, you’re in great shape, and the baby is tough too! We’ll wait and see if there’s any bleeding,” the doctor said, giving Joyce a reassuring pat. “I’ve already given you a sedative. Just sleep it off, you’ll be fine.”

Joyce was shocked.

The sedative hit fast, and Joyce felt her strength draining away. She shot her parents a desperate look, begging for help.

‘Dad, Mom, I can’t have this baby! Hurry, get me out of here. Take me to get an abortion!‘ she pleaded

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inwardly, panic written all over her face.

But her parents had no idea what she really wanted.

Since the doctor said there was no risk of miscarriage, they felt completely at ease.

Once the baby was born, Tuff would have to take care of Joyce’s future, and the Lambert family could cling to the Prescott family and live off them for the rest of their lives.

“This is the Prescott family’s child. The Prescotts have no choice but to accept it! they thought, feeling triumphant.

The doctor gave Tuff a gentle, almost fatherly smile. “Mr. Prescott…”

Tuff was startled, shouting, “It’s not mine!”

“Tuff, what are you doing?” Maggie clung to him, refusing to let go. “It’s too late for regrets. Just go along with it! I’ll talk to Kayla and smooth things over…”

“Talk about what? I don’t owe anyone an explanation!” Tuff shot back, clearly pissed.

“Joyce said she’ll take care of the kid herself, and she won’t bother us or anything…” Maggie tried to calm him down.

“That’s the dumbest excuse I’ve ever heard!” Tuff snapped, his eyes blazing with fury.

Tuff’s eyes blazed with rage. He looked downright terrifying.

Joyce’s parents both moved to block her bed, making sure Tuff couldn’t get close enough to lay a hand on her.

“Maggie, which hospital did you get this report from?” Kayla walked in, a little late but with unmistakable authority.

She wore a tailored suit, her long hair swept up in a bun, making her look commanding and gorgeous.

Maggie looked miserable and whispered, “I had my suspicions too, so I secretly went to see an obstetrician…”

“Is it her?” Kayla asked.

Kayla stepped aside, and Aaron hauled a doctor in a white coat up to the front.

Maggie’s eyes went wide in shock. “Dr. Walsh?”

“Mrs. Prescott, I’m so sorry!” Orlando Walsh stammered, his whole body shaking. “The report I gave you was completely fake…”

Maggie felt like she’d been struck by lightning.

“I never actually ran any DNA test. Ms. Lambert told me to forge the whole thing…” Orlando confessed, voice trembling.

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Tuff, who’d been so furious and helpless that he wanted to punch himself, finally managed to cool down a bit when he heard this.

‘So the whole report was a fake? I nearly wanted to end it all for nothing!‘ he thought, a wave of relief crashing over him.

“Honey…” Tuff walked over to Kayla, his eyes red and on the verge of tears.

He actually felt like crying this time.

If Kayla hadn’t seen through everything, Joyce would’ve totally set him up and ruined him.

He’d already pictured Kayla’s furious face a hundred times in his mind, each time backing himself into a corner with no way out, convinced she’d never forgive him.

“You’re such a dummy,” Kayla said with a fond smile, pulling Tuff into a hug.

He got framed and was not even able to clear his name. No wonder Tuff was losing it.

Joyce had been sedated, but her mind was still sharp as a tack. She caught every word around her, clear as day.

When Kayla first walked in, Joyce was actually pretty happy.

But the moment Orlando showed up, Joyce knew that her plan had completely fallen apart.

‘How the hell did Kayla even find Orlando? She didn’t even know about the fake report! How did everything go so wrong?‘ Joyce thought, her mind racing with panic.

“Curious, aren’t you, Joyce?” Kayla said, letting go of Tuff and striding right up to her.

Her high heels echoed through the room, each step crisp and sharp.

Every sound was like a drumbeat, striking at Joyce’s nerves.

She tensed up, but she couldn’t move or say a word.

Finally, it hit her that this wasn’t just any sedative. She’d been drugged.

“That attending doctor is shady! I’ve been drugged!‘ Joyce realized with a jolt, panic and fury mixing in her mind.

“Who are you? Stay away from my daughter. She’s not well, she’s sedated,” Brylee said, stepping protectively in front of Kayla, her guard up.

Kayla replied, “I’m Kayla Kingsley, Tuff’s lawfully wedded wife.”

Xzavier just snorted and turned his head away, not saying a word.

Brylee demanded, “What are you trying to do?”

“Why don’t you tell me what you think I’m here for?” Kayla shot back, her voice cool and challenging.

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Everyone’s seen those viral videos of wives going after mistresses lately, so Brylee was freaking out. She looked at Maggie, panicked, and said, “Mrs. Prescott, aren’t you going to step in?”

Maggie was way too embarrassed to step in.

Besides, she was so mad at Joyce she was about to blow a fuse.

Every time she called out, nobody answered. The whole room was dead silent.

“Relax. I’m not really the type to throw punches,” Kayla said, a hint of sarcasm curling her lips.

But just as Brylee let her guard down, Kayla’s smile sharpened. “Of course, if you really piss me off, I might just make you disappear.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Brylee shrieked, her voice high–pitched with panic.

Xzavier shot up too, glaring at Kayla with all the intensity he could muster.

It was like he thought if he stared hard enough, he’d suddenly turn into some kind of tough guy.

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