MY WOMB FOR HIS HEIR.

ackthorne's final words echoed in he

oping he would understand that she was not

ave to come with us to the

her eyes, spilling down her cheeks before she could wipe th

verify what happened. We're taking you to the station so we can clarify t

" She glanced down at her bloodstained outf

ll have to arrange for someone to bring you a ch

turned towards Mr. Blackthorne, who stood nearby, breathing heavily. His express

or you," the inspector said carefully. "But I'd apprecia

nother flash went off. The photographer

With unsteady fingers, she dialled a number. It

ed, trying to steady her

tion?" Another pause. "No, nothing happened. Don't worry. I'

down at her clothes. "Please, brin

swering. "It's okay. I'm fine. I'll

ound her, the reporter

sked. "Did they know each other? Could there

laims to be a doctor. Imagine the hospital getting

carried acr

idea what had happened, that none of them had been there when she fought to save the woman's life. But she couldn't.

ork. She had stopped because someone needed help. That was al

is

he handcuffs. Her eyes dropped to the meta

Mr. Blackthorne barked from b

r shot him a

lackth

ay without another word and headed towards hi

believe the doctor delibe

e accused woman

be pressin

d, but he ignored the questions

secured the handcuffs ar

etal touch

raints, unable to beli

led her towards

tention back to her. "Doctor!

s. Blackthorne?"

d you k

nything to say

head as the officers escorted her away. She had spent the night trying to save a stranger. N