Against Cruelty, She Grew Strong (by Anastasia Glover) novel Chapter 672

Chapter 672 Sending Her Away

They both paused. Sherry said, “You first—what is it?”

Liam went along, “I know a nice resort that’s good for pregnancy. I want to take you there.”

The warmth in her face faded.

“Where?”

“In Murica.”

At that name, her heart cooled.

Still, she kept up the act, “Murica?”

“Yeah—a new resort, nice setting, has a hospital. A lot of women go there to rest and deliver. You mentioned going abroad for the birth—this works.”

“But you said you couldn’t travel abroad.”

Liam said smoothly, “I’ll make it a business trip—come with you. Don’t worry.”

A business trip?

His position didn’t allow that.

He was lying.

Just an excuse to get rid of her.

The reason was obvious.

He wanted her out of the way.

This man—so cold.

“Why the face? Don’t you want to go?”

Sherry took a breath, “Can I say no?”

“What’s wrong—why the change of heart? Worried about something?”

He looked so concerned—you’d never guess what was really going on.

She nearly believed him.

“Would you come with me?”

“Of course.”

“Really?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

Could she?

She didn’t ask out loud.

Instead, she nodded gently, “Okay—come with me then.”

Seeing her agree, he relaxed.

Of course he wouldn’t go.

His position didn’t allow something that obvious.

But Sherry had to leave first.

Tatiana was reading through wedding plans when a hand came down and pressed the papers flat.

She followed the arm upward—met jealous eyes.

She tugged, “Let go.”

“You care a lot about this wedding.”

She glared.

“Obviously—it’s the last bet. Win it, Sherry folds.”

“You’re that sure Liam knows about the past?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Gut.”

Jasper pursed his lips—finally let go.

His woman was planning a wedding with another man.

But he had no say.

Tatiana looked at the plans but couldn’t focus.

That bastard was trying to throw her off the scent!

They’d kept her in the dark!

Something serious must have happened—serious enough that Norman would actually dare to lie to her face.

And whatever it was, it had to be about Tammy.

Tammy was in deep trouble.

The kind of trouble Norman couldn’t handle on his own—the kind that forced him to lie.

Now that her suspicion was confirmed, Tatiana could barely catch her breath.

She ended the call, frozen, her usually sharp mind spinning into chaos.

On one side, the Langstrom family operation.

On the other, Tammy.

She wished she could split herself in two and handle both at once.

“Tatiana? What’s wrong?”

“Tammy’s in danger—I have to go over there. No… wait… I can’t. The Langstroms are still watching. I need to stay here… but I have to go… I…”

Her breathing quickened.

The suffocating panic hit her all at once—her vision went dark, her legs gave out.

Jasper caught her instantly, “Tatiana—breathe!”

She grabbed his arm, gasping, “I… cough, cough…”

“Slow down. Don’t panic. I’ve got this. You’re worried about Tammy, aren’t you? I’ll go. I’ll track her down myself and bring her back. Trust me.”

Maybe it was the steady strength of his arms around her.

Or maybe it was the unshakable resolve in his eyes.

Either way, she finally started to calm down.

Her breathing slowed.

The pounding in her chest eased.